Paintbrush
If art could only fix a broken heart
My life would have been without all the pain
If song could force air back into a lung
I might have been able to breathe again
Able to open my eyes and lift my chin
To deal with the lies, to face my sin
To gather courage and walk across the bridge ...
I’m picking up my life where I left it
Closing the bin of shame with a tight lid
Cleaning up the mess, hoping for the best
Though I’m afraid I believe I’m ready
Tryin’ so hard to keep my hand steady
Preparing to crush the past with a paintbrush
If water and some special kind of soap
Could wash mistakes I made out of my life,
If fate could have been tied up with a rope
Well, maybe then my faith would have survived
Maybe then I could dream on without the fear
Keep going strong even if dusk was near
Switch on the light and walk into the night ...
I’m picking up my life where I left it
Closing the bin of shame with a tight lid
Cleaning up the mess, hoping for the best
Though I’m afraid I believe I’m ready
Tryin’ so hard to keep my hand steady
Preparing to crush the past with a paintbrush
Colours, shadows, lines
People, places, times
Figures fading grey
Mem’ries long away
Pictures flashing fast
Promises don’t last
Tonight I’m finally giving up the past!
I’m picking up my life where I left it
Closing the bin of shame with a tight lid
Cleaning up the mess, hoping for the best
Though I’m afraid I believe I’m ready
Tryin’ so hard to keep my hand steady
Preparing to crush the past with a paintbrush
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