We build a fire from the sparks of yesterday.
We watch the doubts
And shadows simply melt away.
The world
Outside and singing] is rushing
Chasing after time.
But here with you
The messy world begins to rhyme
I used to look for pieces of the broken
Sky and wonder if the clouds would ever
Pass me by.
But then you stepped
Inside my world and caught my hand.
And suddenly
I finally began to understand
That life is a canvas and love is the brush.