when Paint don't match

like a Painful soulful record I feel scratchy and Patchy

when I think of you

i often day dream and allow my mind

to paint pictures that i long to see and feel

wanna believe in Magic and stars

but the reality of clashes and tension

are forth coming like a bad thunder storm

no candle lights and no heart goes untouched

in a world hungry for laughter

the face with tears fill up a room

quicker than a Umbrella or tissue

can cover the obvious tender moments

where do I run when I can't even tie my shoes?

where do I leap when My Knees won't bend

to Jump?