Angelo De Augustine
The Painter
Oh my darling I paint with patience
Adorned my easel and read on the solemn and forlorn faces
With colors of the wind
Like the painter I sign my name where I wanted to be found
But you already know how the story ends now
Like the poet who came before us now nestled in the grave
Never one to rejoice in chorus or look you in the face
More like the ocean that find its home
On the bright crest of a wave
As the moon would shine
On its breaking face
Run far away from your kind
As you carry the life that you left far behind
Lost for words to convey
As the artist relies on the eyes to relay
Oh my darling I wield my wishes along the canvas end
Crimson, cad yellow, baby blue, amaranth are my old friends
All the colors that lend their blessing of kindness at a glance
As the light would show you how they dance
As the light would show
All the light would show
And life would throw you once more chance
From Letras Mania