Everywhere I go, I paint and I try to leave a mark
Whether it is on sand or a tree’s bark
I want my life to be as colorful as a thousand rainbows
But once I paint, the wrong color shows
When I’m angry, red is the color
But what shows is entirely another
When I’m confused I paint with gray
But gray never shows in any way
I paint with black when I’m sad
The color that shows is for when I’m glad
I stop and for a while, I think
I paint again and out comes pink
And then I paint with the color of my very soul
The color that shows wasn’t my goal
Then I paint with the color of the soil, brown
But what I saw made me, in confusion, frown
It was then I realized something and I turned around
Beautiful was what my eyes had found
Colors flew everywhere
There wasn’t a place that was bare
Although the colors weren’t in the exact place I wanted
I realized that you shouldn’t take anything for granted
Beautiful was what my eyes had found
I realized then that I’ll never turn back around
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