You woke up lost,
Same as you were born
What is the cost
To try and make sense of your shadow;
Paint a picture
Of the way it should be,
Colors arranged carefully
Transform to canvas, transpose,
You can't speak, daily you are weak,
Quietly, you weep
Inside the frame, on the wall
You paint your heart, under the waterfall
Paint your world, the way it should be,
So you can understand
What you see.

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