Text: Picket Line. Chapter:End. Dearest You.

I wait here, but you?ve left us. I can only watch as you drift away. I wish you only had more time. So I sit and stare as the world turns grey, your warmth and colors fade away...

I shield my eyes from this harsh world and prepare to bear the cold. And I need your warmth to nurture my soul. Now in open air the world turns grey?

I?ll be an artist for you. I can feel you watching over me,
I?ll be an artist for you. I can feel you watching over me,
I?ll be an artist for you. I can feel you watching over me,
I?ll be an artist for you. I can feel you watching me.

We felt the pulse you had outdone what we had yet to become. Your presence resonates through everything I seem to see, your name is painted across the sky. So take me I?m reaching out for your colors, to bring this cold world back to life