Picture
We are paintings
in the picture that God has created
He looks at his picture
with perfection
never notices the colors
that begin to fade
as we go our separate ways
we pull the stars away from him
we tear down the sun
and put up a moon
his picture fades
the colors grow grey
I sit here
trying to keep it
all together
waiting for the colors to shine
why has the picture come to this
I sit here
staying away from the ruse of the world
trying to keep the picture the way God wants it
nobody cares
I'm all alone in this picture
in the picture that God has created
He looks at his picture
with perfection
never notices the colors
that begin to fade
as we go our separate ways
we pull the stars away from him
we tear down the sun
and put up a moon
his picture fades
the colors grow grey
I sit here
trying to keep it
all together
waiting for the colors to shine
why has the picture come to this
I sit here
staying away from the ruse of the world
trying to keep the picture the way God wants it
nobody cares
I'm all alone in this picture
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