Blessed witrh an eye to see things as they are,
Will you draw me?
Up there on the wall,
Looking down to us all,
You never saw me
I found a pen and I outlined a life.
You've never cried,
I think I saw a tear in your eye.
Your eyes tell the tale,
I will not ask again.
Now I see what you've lost,
Nothing is quite the same.
By the love of my heart,
Cut my drawing in half,
For I think I'm like you
Should you draw me
Waiting for my evenfall.
Farewell, my passion,