Sometimes when I'm sitting alone in the near darkness of my room
I like to trace along the veins of my arm with my finger nail
I trace over the lines of blue and purple that dance up my forearm
I trace them and I know that no matter how hard it gets
My life will still go on as long as my arms are tattooed with the roots of my life
I will continue to keep going so long as the blood pumps through my veins
So long as i can feel my pulse
So long as I know that my veins are there.
Dancing purple and blue
Depending on the weather, changing hue.
~ veins
