Images on the sidewalk speak of dream`s decent Washed away by storms to graves of cynical lament Dirty canvases to call my own Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone
In your picture book I`m trying hard to see Turning endless pages of this tragedy Sculpting every move you compose a symphony You plead to everyone, "see the art in me"
Broken stained-glass windows, the fragments ramble on Tales of broken souls, an eternity`s been won As critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man My eyes are drawn to you in awe once again
In your picture book I`m trying hard to see Turning endless pages of this tragedy Sculpting every move you compose a symphony You plead to everyone, "see the art in me"
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