If you are feeling lost today; I’ll make you believe in a tomorrow and then we’ll hack our way back out when the sun comes up.
You will not be the one whose mirror is blurred, I know you recognise a strange beauty shining when others seem to throw it away.
You were the one whose canvas was painted to last. The artist with the way; that’s enough for me, always knowing what comes first; filling every need.
It is not just the troubled soul who needs to paint; its the genius who has been known to be a bit unsteady on their feet.
And that’s alright by me.