In the depth of all feelings
She struggles
Her hand keeps grippin for some sort of answer..
..that she can hold on to

She prays to the Lord:
- I want it on paper, a journal of life!!
All in black and white
Just so I can read...

All the right ways to walk.....
All the right decisions to take....

But..

What if there is no right or wrong, what if all your decisions are just the ones that make color to life.

What if, life is a painting all done, just waiting to dry... Dear child...




Think about it.