Pouring down rain.

Pouring down rain of silver trees

Dripping paint on an artists canvas of life

Awake the life that seems like paint by numbers

The trees dance across the sea of color

Forever free yet still chained to the gruesom reality of evil

My painted utopia shall be no more than a dream

A pouring down rain of silver trees that cry in the night of pure gold

no matter...

The sky filled with shades of blue are now shadows of red like a heart so filled with dread

Pouring out its nastalgic memory , awakening my heart in my future soul

A recovery of my broken dreams unfolds

Sweet color of life of paint by numbers

Pouring rain of my silver tree of life

Hanging by strands of heated destiny

Dripping paint on an artists canvas of life