With brush in hand, I paint in hues
Of shades and tones the spectrum through
Though in my heart I alway knew
You'd still be blue, you'd still be blue
For you no longer see pigment
Stuck within life's darker segment
Your horrors cause you to lament
Joy a figment, joy a figment
I strive to make you see again
Without the filters in your brain
Though I can see it is a strain
Through all the pain, through all the pain
So until all the shadows fade
I'll paint you in a lighter shade
Until the ghosts to rest you've laid
The last grenade, the last grenade
© Debbie Razey 2014
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