Inspire my world
To write the words in the blank
The worthless spaces
For small minds
Burning in a thousand colors
Under the yellow rain
Carving a poem in the sky
With sharp curved lines
Composing the faces
One chord at a time
For a beautiful prison
Painting wings to fly
And More beauty shall rise
On the red bed where you lay
And they will point at you
The incarnation of their heaven
Now the rain's got your scent
And the color of your tears
The clouds are forming your face
In the sky, floating free...
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