Artena

The air is a canvas Your voice, the brush Your instrument, the paint The air is a canvas Your voice, the brush Your words, the paint Your life is a canvas Your actions, the brush Your emotions, the paint Love is vibrant Hate is violent Sorrow can prevent, And sometimes lament Just realize it’s meaning Expand your minds being Evermore seeing, And potentially revealing Your love is a canvas Their voice, the brush Their touch, the paint Their eyes, the emotion Their kiss, the taint The sorrow is drowned The feelings come down The smile so sweet Happiness, the feat. Say goodbye, for now Until it all comes back around