Puddle of Paint

Puddle of Paint

 

Puddle, oh puddle

Sits on the street,

Bring me more rain

From my head to my feet.

Sing me a tune

Of a lover's kiss.

Fill a beating heart,

Cover with bliss.

Paint a pretty picture

Of an evening night.

When in a car,

Their love gives flight.

Find a human worthy

Of need to see beyond

The criticism and hurt,

With a pretty song.

Puddle, oh sweet puddle,

You paint my life, it's true.

You take away my sadness.

You let God come through.

Author's Note

Sorry if my grammar is bad. If it is, just try to ignore it. lol.