Tear these walls rip them down
Nothing left to be found
Except for skies of brighter days
The brilliance of it persuades
Me to redeem myself
From the burdens exile
Don’t make a big promise
And prove that you’re weak
Make me a promise
You promise to keep
Something for my worries
Something for my sleep
Something for these dreams
I have of finally being free
Paint these walls bright and new
Something resilient
Paint a vision that requires truth
Paint a wonderful work of art
Paint something brilliant
Comfortably content
Paint this vision that I see
Into something flying free
Paint these hills into skies
Ocean bound widened eyes
Grow from a seed
Extend vertically
From a crack in concrete
Stretching with relief
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 11:29 PM UTC
Tear these walls rip them down
Nothing left to be found
Except for skies of brighter days
The brilliance of it persuades
Me to redeem myself
From the burdens exile
Don’t make a big promise
And prove that you’re weak
Make me a promise
You promise to keep
Something for my worries
Something for my sleep
Something for these dreams
I have of finally being free
Paint these walls bright and new
Something resilient
Paint a vision that requires truth
Paint a wonderful work of art
Paint something brilliant
Comfortably content
Paint this vision that I see
Into something flying free
Paint these hills into skies
Ocean bound widened eyes
Grow from a seed
Extend vertically
From a crack in concrete
Stretching with relief
