Art of Sorrow
The sun will come, the sun will go.
Time passes by, it makes me old.
But sure enough I am reborn,
Into the canvas of the unknown.
Tomorrow's past, is my today.
The future's light has shown the way.
But before the paint will go astray,
I'll see the sun set off away.
The picture's color doesn't fade.
It keeps on changing just the shade.
My silhouette will stay the same.
But the shadow will not retain.
The brush is dead, the paint is bold.
I need to put my life on hold.
My mind is made, no need to stop.
My sketch has had about enough.
I did not quit, I've just moved on.
Your own heart may weigh a ton.
So please don't cry, don't take the blame.
When I hang myself ... a picture frame.
When next time comes, don't be afraid,
To scratch the surface of Mona's charade.
When the marching band runs the parade,
The drummer's beat becomes delayed.
I know my choice is not perfect,
And the risks I take are indirect.
But if masterpieces had taken effect,
Then dreamers wouldn't feel regret.
The brush is dead, the paint is bold.
I need to put my life on hold.
My mind is made, no need to stop.
My sketch has had about enough.
I did not quit, I've just moved on.
Your own heart may weigh a ton.
So please don't cry, don't take the blame.
When I hang myself ... a picture frame.
The picture's color doesn't fade.
It keeps on changing just the shade.
My silhouette will stay the same.
As it hangs from the picture frame ...
It's an old song I wrote that I just found, so I thought I'd show you guys. :D
Originally Posted by Top-Hattington
Should've stuck with Dion.
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