The Finished Portrait
it's a long way to fall between winter and spring
what would you say if I said you were everything
the wind in my sail, the tide on my beach
how far does my song need to go to reach?
if I wrote you a song, would you sing along?
adding some lyrics and music of your own
is it all just an exercise in futility?
could it be that I have everything you need?
maybe--I am your just dessert
to make you happy and remove all the hurts
to expand all the empty chambers in your heart
the finished portrait, a true work of art
if I wrote you a song, would you sing along?
adding some lyrics and music of your own
when the verses take hold and it all filters in
when your heart finds a place, it can finally call home
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