I\'m tired of swirling my paintbrush
With long lost shades of blues and greens
It used to make my headrush
To reveal to you neverseen dreams
So who will paint me a picture?
With inks or pastels or words
Immortalise my treasure in scripture
Play me music that longs to be heard
I burned all my dreams into ashes
The smoke blends with state of a nation
No colours for my blank canvases
I\'m waiting. So sweep me up with some inspiration
Rising and soaring like lotus unseen
Nourished by darkness into belief
Cast your reflections into my stream
Until I rise through the dirt with a sigh of relief
It seemed I was worthy to lay without breath?
Painting you beauty from my darkness inside
No more will my visions disturb your unrest
I\'m so tired of these paintings you tell me to hide!
Now who will paint me a picture?
With inks or pastels or words
Immortalise my treasure in scripture
Play me music that longs to be heard