I sing to give my artist voice.
His face kept changing,
but not his choice.
but mostly in action;
I actively changed,
Then turbulent waters stirred in my head
thinking of choices I'd made in dread.
In darkness and solitude solace I took.
I danced in silence, drowned sorrow in books.
Now, I follow my dreams
by drying my tears.
I harness my power
by unleashing my fears.
I only regret what I did not do.
That is the image I paint for you.