She held her brush so dear
spoke to her and told her fears
smiled and looked around
to colour the world
with pretty dangling kights
and bright flashing lights
how beautiful was her life
with that one brush
she made it all seem alright
if only colours can change us inside
she painted and painted till end of the night
trying and trying to make it all better insight
but sometimes darkness is too dark and light is to light
still she painted till the end of that night
