The canvas on our walls,
help me remember you,
our story sinking into mesh
ink captives speak in hues
Can I shelter your barricaded soul?
or disarm you with my words?
following the path we’re making,
and paint, our greying skies with birds.
Or break down your paper barriers,
fading words in and out,
ill follow your heart anywhere
of that there is no doubt.
So colour me in with our truth,
and walk me through life’s gate
because this is our story my dear,
and our truth is our fate.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
The canvas on our walls,
help me remember you,
our story sinking into mesh
ink captives speak in hues
Can I shelter your barricaded soul?
or disarm you with my words?
following the path we’re making,
and paint, our greying skies with birds.
Or break down your paper barriers,
fading words in and out,
ill follow your heart anywhere
of that there is no doubt.
So colour me in with our truth,
and walk me through life’s gate
because this is our story my dear,
and our truth is our fate.
