The painting is waiting for Sarah
Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2004 12:43 pm
You walked in the midle of nowhere
in search for a path to be free
but hey in the middle of nowhere
a pathway is hardly to see
And desperately chosen by hunger
to be what you knew you could be
you fell so exhausted and waisted
and shivering down on your knee
Then didn't it shine for a moment
the wild overpowering rose
and didn't you see you were chosen
beyond all the heartaches and blows
In utterly rapturous cosmos
delighted and raised from the ground
your heart in the breath of the mighty
the center of unity found
But the flowering flower has fainted
you held it a moment ago
oh then you were shaken by heaven
but down here alone it will grow
Now bend down and watch for the new rose
the black soil is heavy with light
the dust is unfolding the promise
the heart indescribably bright
And all is begining not over
the real world is calling your name
the painting is waiting for Sarah
your passion and knowledge the frame
Your brush on the empty and lifeless
your stroke for the blinded to see
your symbol of faith for the desperate
in search for a path to be free
in search for a path to be free
but hey in the middle of nowhere
a pathway is hardly to see
And desperately chosen by hunger
to be what you knew you could be
you fell so exhausted and waisted
and shivering down on your knee
Then didn't it shine for a moment
the wild overpowering rose
and didn't you see you were chosen
beyond all the heartaches and blows
In utterly rapturous cosmos
delighted and raised from the ground
your heart in the breath of the mighty
the center of unity found
But the flowering flower has fainted
you held it a moment ago
oh then you were shaken by heaven
but down here alone it will grow
Now bend down and watch for the new rose
the black soil is heavy with light
the dust is unfolding the promise
the heart indescribably bright
And all is begining not over
the real world is calling your name
the painting is waiting for Sarah
your passion and knowledge the frame
Your brush on the empty and lifeless
your stroke for the blinded to see
your symbol of faith for the desperate
in search for a path to be free