What would you do,
What would you say,
If someone said to draw your troubles away?
Would you paint landscapes of fire,
Of dust and of sand -
Pencil in a monochromatic new land -
Fill empty feelings with wide open plains -
A boat in an ocean to make your escape -
Tumbling blue sea side waves -
Somewhere far underground -
A wide open sky with the sun sinking down?
Would you chalk a different face for yourself -
Darken in lines of your hope for new wealth -
Crayon the soft greens of the grass,
Blues of the sky or the grays of the past -
Of rain cascading on a dimly lit city -
An angel crying, wings folded with pity -
Ink flowers of black to flow ‘round the page -
Lion and tiger growling, prowling their cage?
Would you paint pictures of life,
Of chaos or love -
Stencil in hope
Sent from heaven above -
Construct the crossroads by hand -
A dove’s simple white feather -
The sun’s shining light or the clouds of the weather?
All of this yes they ask -
Oh so simple, you say
To get lost in the beauty your troubles create.