A Painting Incomplete

Good battles bad and my chest it lacks of air And I’m slipping on my own steps thinking I must dare. Pay attention you’re the watcher quotes a voice inside the haze; How will you find escape trapped inside this maze? I know that I’ve been loyal ask them they all know; I know I’ve make mistakes and I guess it maybe shows. But am I to change the colors painted on the page? That’s pretty hard to do when you’re swinging from a cage. I’ve looked for combinations picked with pins and nails; But wouldn’t bow to false hoods designed to make me frail. I’ve swam the rivers of confusion clung to desperate lines of hope; But God will never let me stop and tells me I must cope.