I come from a place
Where the Lightning are the Vanes
That feed a pulse of a World
That will never change
God gives me everything that I need
I Paint notes, I Paint the Streets
You can Paint anything
Easy to laugh it off
And blame it on Pigment
What would Life be like
In just Black and White
Do you like to Watch the Dreams
I like to Watch the Breeze
We all have Souls
We all must Breath
We are much like Trees