I am looking at the wall its covered in white paint
I wondered how many times it's been replaced.
Yes painted over
If I chip it will it expose another color.
Like when my skin chip and drip the color of my sofa
Red lenses my sight beams like Cyclops
The Serenity I made peace with my pops
Death I see his face in the mirror
When I smile at my mom sometimes it scares her
Father son likeness
But what good did I get from him?
What examples did I learn from them?
I learned that a persons true colors can't be covered like a wall
Not with paint that is, not from the hands of man
Man are they flawed.
I seen blood drip on the ten commandments
Brush strokes of God
His Son Jesus the glory is that he rose
Now I'm painted all red like rose