The Painter

Do not worry about what a day may bring
One day you will know everything
Do not worry about the way you are feeling
You are much stronger than you think
If you plant the seeds of thought
Grow and consume the whole lot
Don’t point fingers as you starve
No one leveled your crop
Your pride cut it down
This heart of mine can be
A collapsible thing
Like an accordion
It sings a melancholy verse
For the one it leaves
I’m leaving you this small piece of me
Don’t say you’re walking away
From a view and an open hand
Don’t say the only way that you’ll stay
Is if God meets all of your demands
Feel the love instead
It leaves a mark
Feel the love again
Recreate the heart
Your pride cut it down
This heart of mine can be
A collapsible thing
Like an accordion
It sings a melancholy verse
For the one it leaves
I’m leaving you this small piece of me
Oh, this heart of mine can be
A collapsible thing
Like an accordion
It sings a melancholy verse
For the one it leaves
I’m leaving you this small piece of me
Your pride cut it down