I'm not sure anymore,
Which part of us is right.
We're together somewhere in this darkness,
Even though we've lost all sight.
Pure intentions lost in translation,
Maybe we've lost our focus?
Like two impassioned artists,
Spilling paint onto our canvas.
Despite our mistakes though,
I'm sure we can save our work of art.
For even though we paint blindly,
Together we create an image of pure heart.