A white canvas
and you painted it black...

Have you ever seen a gun marry a rose?
I witness this everyday...

I have a voice!
Maybe it's small and timid...

Have you ever seen a gun marry a rose?
I witness this everyday...

There is an aging picnic in the mountain scene;
chrysanthemums surrounding the young souls...

Cadence blue
emotionally drained...

Fingers dancing gracefully over the keys.
Eyes ignited by the unruffled notations...