Oh my darling, I paint with patience
Adorned my easel and read
On the solemn and forlorn faces
With colors of the wind
Like the painter, I sign my name
Where I want it to be found
But you already know
How the story ends now

Like the poet who came before us
Now nestled in the grave
Never one to rejoice in chorus
Or look you in the face
More like the ocean that find its home
On the bright crest of a wave
As the moon would shine
On its breaking face

Run far away from your kind
As you carry the life that you left far behind
Lost for words to convey
As the artist relies on the eyes to relay

Oh my darling, I wield my wishes
Along the canvas end
Crimson, cad yellow, baby blue
Amaranth are my old friends
All the colors that lend their blessing
Of kindness at a glance

As the light would show
You how they dance
As the light would show
All the light would show
And life would throw
You once more chance