I have a love that carried me.
It plucked me and stood me upright.
I wanted to stand tall, be a mighty tree never to be struck from the ground.
You were always there, like a rope tied tight around my ankle causing me to stand still.
Well I never wanted to leave.
Look behind and see all the beautiful colors we were made to bloom into.

I was red and you were blue.

Like paint on a canvas we blend together but mine hasn't dried yet.
Strip the unnecessary and become works of art.
Vibrant and true we bleed down the thick white canvas creating this mess of paint.

A mess so right that it became everything we needed.

I hit my strings, you raise your voice ringing around my mind to a new melody.
Don't you forget,
Life springs from the ground.
I took every word you spoke, wrote in on my skin dyed ink in blood.

Let's sing a new song
Fit the words to our hearts and breathe beauty into the world.
Let us dance together.
Stomping feet to the ground and waking the dead bones to rise.
Let's take a train round the world seeing the nuance of life.
New grass, new leaves, new waters and a new beginning.

That love I carried, exists and claims no exit.