Won't say my life was empty
I had visions and plans
Bold sketches on paper
Smooth lines and sharp edges
But I only painted the pictures you drew
I did always have inspiration
My mind's musings overflowing
Yours had quite a soul
So bright even in black and gray
I could only paint the pictures you drew
Now you're no longer here
My palate and brushes stay forgotten
Your mark fills the walls around me
My sketches never looked so bland
I could only paint the pictures you drew
YOU ARE READING
BALLADS FOR THE HEART
אקראיThis is a collection of ballads written for my heart during different seasons of my life. I hope they will be a source of inspiration, comfort and strength to whoever reads them.
