Through eyes that are not her own,
Something more;
Something new.
The painter’s brush sees what the artist knows,
Black canvas.
Midnight sky.
Lest beauty fade through borrowed eyes,
Stars shine.
Through her eyes,
Something strong;
Something true.
Through eyes that are not her own,
Something more;
Something new.
The painter’s brush sees what the artist knows,
Black canvas.
Midnight sky.
Lest beauty fade through borrowed eyes,
Stars shine.
Through her eyes,
Something strong;
Something true.