I lost what once so much mattered
Watching as dreams were shattered
Tossed aside to be scattered ...
carried away by the breeze.
carried away by the breeze.
Today, I sketch with sorrow
Knowing that each new tomorrow
is only a time I can borrow ...
waiting for pain to ease.
On canvas there are blue skies
Beneath is where the truth lies
Paintings through an artist's eyes
are not what the viewer sees.
(adapted)
originally written by PB
email: MelindaGerner@yshoo.com
