I must get out
In house I've stayed
Else I just might
Cabin fever takes its toll
Alone in quiet I see my soul
Set down in paint and page
For loving by another age
Puts me in a state
For I bear all for the world to see
Open my heart and scream THIS IS ME!
It's work and love, I cannot stop to share and paint what my minds got
to be and grow and develop more past this cruel world to another door.
Where death and pain do disappear and with them goes all trace of fear
that haunts our bodies and our minds left only with those things most fine
which makes us feel
For we are
Made of remains of long dead stars
I see this today
In work and play
Tis revealed in my revelry
In stokes of brush and sweet poesay
As god does make the world anew
Sunrise comes each day on cue
Seasons change and flowers bloom
We are all changing too
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