An angel without wings said to me
“I lost my map for returning home”
The powerless me draws with a paintbrush
And pours water into my dried paint
Even if my eyes lose their sight, I’ll show that I’ll draw
Even when my hand loses its strength, I’ll show that I’ll draw
A swaggering stray cat was laughing
It was laughing at me floundering while living
On my narrow and small palette
My strong will doesn’t mingle
Even in the cold and dark world, I can go draw
I can go draw a picture that the sun burning red pierces through
For someone’s sake, what can I do?
Just with that, I will from now on again
Even if my eyes lose their sight, I’ll show that I’ll draw
Even when my hand loses its strength, I’ll show that I’ll draw
In the colors that seem to envelop everything
There’s a prayer filled with all wishes
 ZettaWulf · Wed Aug 12, 2009 @ 03:50pm · 1 Comments |
