An artist all lonely at the end of the day Sat in her room all alone to paint She got out her brush and colored her canvas red She wished on the star that soon she’d be dead
Her brush was a blade that made smooth strokes Her paint was bright red and caused her to choke Her throat was her canvas, big and wide She wished on the star that could no longer hide
She feared being loved because in the end it was fake She feared giving trust since she knew what’s at stake All she wanted was peacefulness there as she laid She dropped the blade and smiled, for it wouldn’t be long Till she was finally free and for the last time she prayed
“Dear lord please forgive me for the sins I have made Tell mommy I love her, I will soon fade.” And with her last words she laid still on the bed And envisioned the promise land bright in her head.