A Blank Canvas

A blank canvas for you.

I’d hand out the brush to you.

We can paint new faces and rainbows

And you can draw a new line.

But the world hasn’t turned its back on you.

Nothing sets in stone.

Sometimes our emotions turn to stone.

And you question yourself whether you’re alive

Or just hibernating.

And with our words here in this portal,

I hope to give you some relief.