The Painted Word

Interesting place this, I like it here 
 I think I'll stay and see what happens 

 If I wanted to I'd write a book 
 But it would take some time 
 I'd spend my life writing poetry 
 Thinking ouf words that have to rhyme 

 Observe.... the painted word 

 But if a picture paints a thousand words 
 Then I will paint a book for you 
 And you can read between the lines 
 The truth, whole truth, nothing but the truth 

 Observe.... the painted word 

 You held my hands 
 You kissed my lips 
 You told me you were leaving me 
 Now all the pain and hurt I feel 
 Hangs on the wall for all to see 

 Observe.... the painted word 

 If you can't find the words to write 
 If you can't think of the words to rhyme 
 Take a brush and take some paint 
 Show me what you feel inside 

 Observe.... the painted word 

 You held my hands 
 You kissed my lips 
 You told me you were leaving me 
 Now all the pain and hurt I feel 
 Hangs on the wall for all to see 

 Observe.... the painted word 

 If I wanted to I'd write a book 
 But it would take some time 
 I'd spend my life writing poetry 
 Thinking of words that have to rhyme 
 I just haven't got the time