Blessed with an eye to see things as they are, will you draw me?
Up there on the wall, looking down to us all, you never saw
I found a pen, and I outlined a life.
You've never cried, I think I saw a tear in your eye.
Your eyes tell the tale, I
will not ask again.
Now I see what you've lost nothing is quite the same.
By the love of my heart, cut my drawing in half, for I
think I'm like you... Should you draw me...
Waiting for my even flow.
Farewell, my passion, you slowly turn pale.
long for you warmth, made me feel safe.
I will not draw again, 'till I know it's my time.
I have lived a long life, should I draw
Morning's here, I must have....failed
Someone save me...