Paint me with oil,
Or hot burning lead
That gently singes the flesh
Where your name once read

Out of despair comes hope,
All isn't lost!
But I can never cope
When the butterflies die

I search for words
In dictionaries and books
That fly in your head
Just like birds in the vast blue sky

So please! Paint me with oil,
Or hot burning lead
So I can see beyond,
Where your name once read.