I look in the room, seeing only four blank walls
No expression, no life, just four white walls of no color
But given a colorful hand and mind and soul
These walls are painted with emotions of the owner of that colorful hand

These hands are angry and furious
Stress and frustration shakes them violently
They used red, as in fire ablaze with madness in the first brushes, but as time passes
The red gets lighter, though, as calmness fills the air

After the headaches, hands are at peace
Softly and calmly they move the brush in elegant strokes on the red walls
Turning them green, an earthly and peaceful color, peaceful and quiet enough to remember memories
But only to bring thoughts of the past of sadness But those memories are of sadness and heartbreak

The hands remember their past love
Their past family, their past childhood, all gone
Crying and sobbing tears of blue, the color of the depressed hands and now the previously green walls
After sadness comes happiness to the hands surprise

The hands reconcile and think of the future
The future is bright, joyful and cannot be wasted crying, calming, and anger
The future is yellow, a joyful color of life and the sun
To shine the way to the next day and the next

These walls came from small beginnings
Only to be painted by the mixed emotions of hands
But are they only hands?
No, in fact they are hands of a human

Every human paints their walls every day
Red, green, blue or yellow
They choose the color
Come anger, peace, sadness, or joy