

I dip the brush in dust and grey
To catch the fading of the day
Every stroke a silent prayer
To find the beauty hiding there
I paint them so their death will match their soul
To make the broken pieces whole
A final canvas set on fire
To match their deepest soul's desire
A shade of blue for quiet grace
To frame the stillness on your face
The colors bleed, the borders fade
Into the light that we have made
I paint them so their death will match their soul
To make the broken pieces whole
A final canvas set on fire
To match their deepest soul's desire