My skin is covered with colors so bright
You can see me like a beacon in the night.
When I pass by, heads twist and turn
The comments made arent meant to concern.
My life has changed, my flesh has too
I think of my faith and all holds true.
After the crash that my life went through
The needles went in to color me blue.
Creating art that last forever
Is nothing small, but quite an endevor.
The time put in to make this mine
Watch me as I change, everything is fine.
As years go by and the memories fade
I look at my back and see all that I paid.
A slave to the meaning that this gave to me
The artists gun has set me free.
Shallow no more is my life I live
I owe all to Him and this is what I give.
Deep in my heart this love that still grows
My Savior, my friend is the one I chose.
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 3:34 PM UTC
My skin is covered with colors so bright
You can see me like a beacon in the night.
When I pass by, heads twist and turn
The comments made arent meant to concern.
My life has changed, my flesh has too
I think of my faith and all holds true.
After the crash that my life went through
The needles went in to color me blue.
Creating art that last forever
Is nothing small, but quite an endevor.
The time put in to make this mine
Watch me as I change, everything is fine.
As years go by and the memories fade
I look at my back and see all that I paid.
A slave to the meaning that this gave to me
The artists gun has set me free.
Shallow no more is my life I live
I owe all to Him and this is what I give.
Deep in my heart this love that still grows
My Savior, my friend is the one I chose.
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