when the wind blows harder
still a painter
when I can't walk faster
when my neck is broken
my soul is weeping
my hands are shaking
and the light is missing
Still a painter
and I can't deny
That's what I am
and I wonder why.
Still a painter
when the wind blows harder
still a painter
when I can't walk faster
when my neck is broken
my soul is weeping
my hands are shaking
and the light is missing
Still a painter
and I can't deny
That's what I am
and I wonder why?
To be honest I also write sometimes...
Still a painter
when the wind blows harder
still a painter
when I can't walk faster
when my neck is broken
my soul is weeping
my hands are shaking
and the light is missing
Still a painter
and I can't deny
That's what I am
and I wonder why?
To be honest I also write sometimes...
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