Canvas

An open book, an open stage Let the color take his brush Let them both dance upon that stage Magic? It will create Love, hope and even a dream will resucitate Allow time to create Will it be art? Or will it be fate Peaceful mind, peaceful state Imagine the offspring of love in color Paint me a rhythm so that I too may dance In me see the flow of love, so that I might taste the dream It pours, I am drenched in color I stand to fall, fall to get up I run with no way or direction Who am I to please your joy Will you too call upon me a toy Paint, paint and sing for tomorrow art will sing Her beauty is great Her love is divine Her eyes make my life shine Bright? Blinding to the point of no sight Yell! Eduardo!