Somewhere in a smile or word
a disease that spread unchecked is cured
a weight is lifted, letting me
escape from dark eternity
and knowing things I hadn’t known
I find a new life being grown
"The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls" Picasso
Somewhere in a smile or word
a disease that spread unchecked is cured
a weight is lifted, letting me
escape from dark eternity
and knowing things I hadn’t known
I find a new life being grown