A delicate hand paints on an invisible canvas
With blind fingers and a seeing heart
A loveliness no darkness could ever swallow
Because this hand is not afraid
Of the dark

Longing to chase shadows into their chains
To see water flow from a promise
A delicate hand paints the bluest skies
With clouds embracing the sun
On a canvas

What a remarkable sight inside one’s mind
These delicate brushes of happiness
Blind fingers paint with a seeing heart
Scattering darkness from a world
That’s grown cold