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I stayed up to watch the moon set 
didn't care much for the sun rising. 
I felt the heaviness in my chest 
a piece of me was mourning. 
A blue bird landed on my fence, 
but that was not surprising.

Verse 1 
I caught my reflection, 
in the mirror, 
it reminded me that I am still here. 
My world is dark and gray, 
outside I, 
I can hear, 
all the little children play 
& 
I cried for a brand new start.

(chorus) 
If only I could cry in color 
to bring life into my hurting world, 
to paint a picture so perfectly 
to fix this hurting girl. 
If my tears were bubbles 
they could easily float away, 
they wouldn't be so subtle 
dripping down my face.

And if I could cry in color 
imagine what would be. 
To paint a perfect picture 
and fix this hurting girl in me.

Verse 2 
He told her that he loved her 
and he would never leave, 
until she became a mother 
and she was only 17.

She had a lot of late nights 
and lost her chance to dream. 
She bottled up 
her regrets, 
it just wasn't what it seemed. 
She softly kisses 
her babies head, 
But her heart lets out a 
scream.

(chorus) 
If only I could cry in color 
to bring life into my hurting world, 
to paint a picture so perfectly 
to fix this hurting girl. 
If my tears were bubbles 
they could easily float away, 
they wouldn't be so subtle 
dripping down my face.

Verse 3 
17 turned 25, 
the years they seemed 
to race on by, 
my grand-baby's 
playing outside 
and the bluebirds on the fence. 

My daughter, I 
am not surprised 
took care of all 
the teary eyes 
And now its making sense

Verse 4 
She holds her growing 
daughters hand 
at her graduation, 
the view of 
the 
love they shared 
will forever shine 
without hesitation

Time has not been shy, 
43 years have passed us by, 
yet there is a blue bird on the fence. 
Reminding me of the creative paint 
and the children's innocence.

(chorus) 
If only I could cry in color 
to bring life into my hurting world, 
to paint a picture so perfectly 
to fix this hurting girl. 
If my tears were bubbles 
they could easily float away, 
they wouldn't be so subtle dripping down my face.

And if I could cry in color 
imagine what would be. 
To paint a perfect picture and fix this hurting girl in me 

Copyright © Lisanne Hassen
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