Love is the most
important area of your life.
If your love is right,
your life will be right.
It was a fine, mellow day,
no matter what they say.
The sun was shining,
though the sky was grey.
Sitting in the park,
trying to make a mark.
Art had a star
since it came from her heart.
She was ten years old
and missing more than school.
Her dad was abusive,
so she tried to play it cool.
If they can have their way,
she'd just display
Never say what happened
every single day
Keep it to herself and nev
er come forth
Use it as a source
to leave a dead's porch
She fueled the flames
and fed it to her soul
Invested all her time
to making happiness her goal
Enrolled in a class
that covered up her past
Made her feel first
when she'd always felt last
She had to give thanks
to that man's hands
And it all started with the use
of a crayon
And she colors,
just pictures from her life
And she colors,
just to make herself bright
And she colors, just to reach to the light
And she colors, just to clear up her sight
And she colors,
just pictures from my life
And she colors,
just to make herself bright
And she colors,
just to reach to the light
And she colors,
just to clear up her sight
She went from park to park,
I swear she did
I saw her, I saw her,
she went from park to park
I swear she did, cause I saw her,
I saw her
She went from park to park
and drew what she saw
Empty pages filled with
all her life's flaws
And her parents lost interest
in adding a mistress
Made her wish list on every
single Christmas
From a distance she felt resistance
But she kept on drawing
cause she had persistence
For instance, they said she never amazed
So she stood in a daze
till she made them all gaze
More than amazed just to
get a little praise
Slept every night but cre
ated every day
Look at her art now,
she stays in the lines
Made her own style
till her smiles were combined
Watched her family's love
dwindle like twines
All in the hopes to define her designs
And her mind's had enough,
she's been crushed by the others
And it all started when they
said she couldn't color
And it all started when they
said she couldn't color
And it all started when they
said she couldn't color
And she colors,
just pictures from her life
And she colors,
just to make herself bright
And she colors, just to reach to the light
And she colors,
just to clear up her sight
And she colors,
just pictures from her life
And she colors,
just to make herself bright
And she colors,
just to reach to the light
And she colors,
just to clear up her sight
She's got all that she needs and,
feels like she's made it
Heart's in the making
and she's glad that she waited
Before it's dated,
she'd like to thank you for your patience
Her name's music,
you're on a first name basis
Her face is in places
that few rarely see
She trusts most men,
which is really scaring me
She went from trans back to paint,
and paint back to trans
Life is our hands,
I'll probably never understand
I hope that I can, since that's enough
For some of us to do more than
gaurd
This woman's crush
who went back to her dad
Just so he could see it
She said to herself,
I wonder if they know it's me
And he didn't,
cause she had changed for the better
Wrote a few letters that be
came trendsetters
Abused and confused,
she never returned
Learned how to turn back
all that she'd earned
It was simple respect,
something that she needs
It must have been the key
to how she succeeds
And I knew it,
cause that's where she still stands
Drawing pretty pictures,
with the crayons
And she colors,
just pictures from my life
And she colors,
just to make herself bright
And she colors, just to reach to the light
And she colors,
just to clear up her sights
And she colors,
just pictures from my life
And she colors,
just to make herself bright
And she colors, just to reach to the light
And she colors
just to clear up a sight
Young people today
are victims of a society
that too often displays love as
the quest for self -gratification
This distorted viewpoint
is dramatically portrayed on all sides
in glowing romantic images
as being the normal way of life
Now we must begin with a basic idea
of what love is and its total meaning
It's not a question of does
anything go
or what do I get out of it or why not,
but rather what does love require?
Luke Geraty 
