then again, so is making stars with the sound of one's words.......
'Art in me' by Jars of Clay
Images on the sidewalk speak of dream's descent
Washed away by storms to graves of cynical lament
Dirty canvases to call my own
Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone
In your picture book I'm trying hard to see
Turning endless pages of this tragedy
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony
You plead to everyone, "see the art in me"
Broken stained-glass windows, the fragments ramble on
Tales of broken souls, an eternity's been won
As critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man
My eyes are drawn to you in awe once again
In your picture book I'm trying hard to see
Turning endless pages of this tragedy
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony
You plead to everyone, "see the art in me"
4 comments:
Alas and Alack... i've had this post up for an hour and already got a couple spam comments on here...
Oh what a cruel foul world we have warped to bring about our own destruction!!!
yay for jars!
You mean you check back at your blog every hour, dude? What a life....
I couldn't sleep that night... the stars were out...
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