Pure

I never got to see you but I heard alot about you you were something great something always to remember but something so precious no one could get there hands on something so pure you could never be tainted by anything your perfect like a painting that has had its last brush with the color of your heart but what is not red is black like the ones who are tainted but color is just a word but your life isn't your to perfect of a thing to let yourself be broken to almost anything such a beautiful soul such an amazing song that can always be played but only played when it needs to be played not like a game not like life but what's inside you that makes you bright brighter then anything but what I'm facing is something much greater then I've ever confronted something bigger then me but not better I'm looking for truth in myself without getting lost but what if I'm lost already is there someone whose gonna find me