I patched everything.
Had to live my life
It was scary
Had to restart, many.
Folded parts in the sleeves
His white canvas
Painted destruction and sweats
It made a whole life
Floated with his own tears,
Judged by one and every string
Pulled the crayons,
Forgetting assurance.
Hands can't focus
Numbered every curse
I had to stand up,
Weakened knees through dancing.
Afraid, pounding action inside the lungs
Couldn't come thru with an apologize
Every time nodding means sorry
My emotions aren't freed, so I'm genuinely sorry.
