A paintbrush blends the sky

The colors twinkle with the end of the day

Our troubles subside

Issues step into the shadows

For now is our time

Now is our song

The artist grants me the right

Grants my heart to take flight

And soar into the sun

Like Icarus I will fall

Feathers surrounding me

All because of the artist who blends the sky

The artist who paints the sky took a break

For it is also the end of his day

So now in his absence I am left to say

That my words for you

Have led me askew, and now?

Now everything’s wrong.

But that’s okay

For now it’s the end of the day

While it pains me that I can’t stay

Here I must lay

My fate painted by the artist’s hand