They may not understand it,
but on the empty canvas,
the clouds are still there.
I will have faith that someday,
Someday,they will see it too.
They may think it's too much,
But what could I say?
Your love is painted on it.
You have spoken,
Someday,they will see it too,
They will see the brush in Your hands.
They will ask what,how and why
You will speak and show them.
They will see what You are painting.
They will see that You've painted life,
You've chosen the colors carefully.
They think that it's just an empty canvas
But someday,they will see the colors on it.
I could not say more,
You are too majestic.
-(Louie)
