*You are the painting feather
and I am the canvas you draw on
With your artistic hand,
you paint on me the final touch
With a stroke, you paint a smile on
sad faces
With a swing, you paint a gentle breeze
Instead of a gusty wind
Please draw on me with ease
N' erase from me what you don't please
I love you even if you
throw the colors in the seas
I will listen to your voice
Thats a moment I will cease*
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
*You are the painting feather
and I am the canvas you draw on
With your artistic hand,
you paint on me the final touch
With a stroke, you paint a smile on
sad faces
With a swing, you paint a gentle breeze
Instead of a gusty wind
Please draw on me with ease
N' erase from me what you don't please
I love you even if you
throw the colors in the seas
I will listen to your voice
Thats a moment I will cease*
