Painted Dreams

A broken sight is all that I saw
sleeping in the back of my mind
Afraid to dream so I tried to draw
the very sight that I thought was mine

Pieces of memories were penciled down
and drawn on sheets within my head
I stepped back to check them out
only to find something new instead

This dream I see, right in front of me
it no longer resides, from deep inside
I only hope that my love could see
that I've always dreamt that we'd collide

A stick figure of you, with your name below
was all that I had, it was all that I know
It's been here with me, since so long ago
when you told me to hold on, to never let go

And when I'm alone, I just close my eyes
I go back to my dreams, it's just you and I
And the work of art that you are is painted inside
on this white canvas of hope, which I keep alive
by fighting off the day that the paint will dry
until we can stand together, with our hearts close by
hand in hand, we'll finally see the world outside
and how it looks reflected in each others eyes.


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I still need to use a cane
because I just can't seem
to walk through the pain
...



I can't seem
to walk again