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Colors of the soul
I hold a paint brush in my hand
As I walk this lonely land
I painted a beautiful picture for all to see
And hid the pain inside of me
These colors swirl round and round
And to that picture am I bound
The pain - held inside
And the love that almost died
Are hidden deep with in my soul
Together they create a growing hole
To me the picture is complete
To me the system I have beat
But then you came walking past
And tore up my canvas
My picture is in pieces on the ground
To it am I no longer bound
So now you see the true me
And only you hold the key
but please forgive me when I hold my brush in hand
When we meet others across this land
For they will see and they will judge
No inch shall they budge
My lovely mask will be back up
To guard the soul that almost gave up.
 Sharonxdx · Fri Dec 10, 2004 @ 01:05am · 0 Comments |
