The Painting on The Wall

Blue man on the wall What all have you seen Black eyes in a face Witness our fall from grace We come and go In and out the door This place sees our dreams But never hears the screams Wasted life gone bad How to make it right Black eyes in the blue face Watching us fall from grace DW © 10-19-03 Back to the Poetry 2 Page Copyright © 2003-2004 Designs