The Painter
Dressed all in white
She dances through the gray night
A paintbrush in her hand,
She colors the land
The painter, she knows
Just how to put on a show
Never needing a tune,
She dances, painting a field in full bloom
The painter, she knows
Just how the song on the wind goes
And in the gray night,
She dances, she’s the light
Dressed all in white,
She dances through the gray night
She colors the land
With the touch of her hand
The painter, she knows
Just the right way to show
Things she’s seen and dreamt
All in her first attempt
The painter, she flies
Cutting through the gray night
Nobody knows why she tries
To show people another side
Dressed all in white,
She pierces the gray night
What she touches, it changes
From gray, to a color brighter than flame
Dressed all in white
The painter’s blight
She bears the cross of having
To color the world with her heart
The painter, she smiles
Not stopping, not even for a while
She dances, pouring herself
The gray world is no more
The painter in white is now red
Lying on the floor, dead
Her fingers, they smear her final tear
Covering the last bit of gray
The painter, she died
But it’s all right
Because she’s left her mark
And the world will never again
Drown in a sea of gray
inspired by the opening sequence of Ano Hi Mita Hana no Namae wo Bokutatchi wa Mada Shiranai (an awesome anime btw, but a real tearjerker)
