There's a palate you hold
A palate filled with shades of colours
Bright and bold ,Dull and gold
Some colours .. oh so cold..
Now, you choose
Choose to paint on to me the colours you hold ..
The judgements you pass and the opinions you frame ..
In me the question arises " Am I the same ?"
Am I the same .. Am I the rainbow of opinions that the world hold ?
Do I become the shades of your judgments passed ?
As you paint on to me your colour, am I that?
Am I that?
Now, listen ..
You are the painter and I the canvas
A canvas of pure innocence I stand
A canvas of plain and emptiness for your shades to fill!
A canvas of space for your opinions to occupy..
A canvas is all I am ...
A canvas is all..
It is your shades,
of bright and bold, dull and gold and sometimes cold,
that paint a picture on to me .
A picture I hold.
Bright and bold ,Dull and gold
Some colours .. oh so cold..
Now, you choose
Choose to paint on to me the colours you hold ..
The judgements you pass and the opinions you frame ..
In me the question arises " Am I the same ?"
Am I the same .. Am I the rainbow of opinions that the world hold ?
Do I become the shades of your judgments passed ?
As you paint on to me your colour, am I that?
Am I that?
Now, listen ..
You are the painter and I the canvas
A canvas of pure innocence I stand
A canvas of plain and emptiness for your shades to fill!
A canvas of space for your opinions to occupy..
A canvas is all I am ...
A canvas is all..
It is your shades,
of bright and bold, dull and gold and sometimes cold,
that paint a picture on to me .
A picture I hold.