Picasso's sky moves into view
As thousands of colors reflect upon my face
Each strand of light more beautiful than the previous
Bringing a sense of peace to this place
In the beauty of the moment
A mute falls over the constant screaming in my head
Drops of comfort fall around me like dew
And my heart awakens from the dead
In the silence of the calm
When the world falls to rest
I see this miraculous portrait of light in the heavens
The work of a master at his best
Often I spend time admiring his work
And the pain in my heart becomes fainter and fainter
Looking at the world from a beautiful point of view
Oh how I wish to be more like the painter
As thousands of colors reflect upon my face
Each strand of light more beautiful than the previous
Bringing a sense of peace to this place
In the beauty of the moment
A mute falls over the constant screaming in my head
Drops of comfort fall around me like dew
And my heart awakens from the dead
In the silence of the calm
When the world falls to rest
I see this miraculous portrait of light in the heavens
The work of a master at his best
Often I spend time admiring his work
And the pain in my heart becomes fainter and fainter
Looking at the world from a beautiful point of view
Oh how I wish to be more like the painter
