FallingPhoenix
Member
She presses her hand to the glass door
To see her chalk picture drowning in a downpour
The puddle of color blends until it fades
To sidewalk gray
When it's dry, she'll kneel outside and start again
Sketching butterflies and birds
For all the people who can't see the the sky
'Cause they keep their faces to
The sidewalk gray
And she tries to open their eyes
To what's been lost between the black and white
She covers all the
She covers all the ugly things she can't erase
She paints sidewalk pictures
On city streets, she draws red trees and purple flowers
Sometimes a family with their big pinks smiles and their yellow house
People stop and they stay
'Cause they crave the change from
The sidewalk gray.
She presses her hand to the glass door
To see her chalk picture drowning in a downpour
The puddle of color blends until it fades
To sidewalk gray
When it's dry, she'll kneel outside and start again
--Stephanie Smith
To see her chalk picture drowning in a downpour
The puddle of color blends until it fades
To sidewalk gray
When it's dry, she'll kneel outside and start again
Sketching butterflies and birds
For all the people who can't see the the sky
'Cause they keep their faces to
The sidewalk gray
And she tries to open their eyes
To what's been lost between the black and white
She covers all the
She covers all the ugly things she can't erase
She paints sidewalk pictures
On city streets, she draws red trees and purple flowers
Sometimes a family with their big pinks smiles and their yellow house
People stop and they stay
'Cause they crave the change from
The sidewalk gray.
She presses her hand to the glass door
To see her chalk picture drowning in a downpour
The puddle of color blends until it fades
To sidewalk gray
When it's dry, she'll kneel outside and start again
--Stephanie Smith
