Paintings of Me

I am pastel, not shades of gray Not winter months, I'm moods of May Fables and imagery, use only colors you see When you make paintings of me Paintings of me I'll get up again, and as I could as a friend Nightmares always end, and the devils become a trend I'll find my clarity, a heavy self-complete And they'll all see paintings of me I am pastel, not shades of gray Not winter months, I'm moods of May Fables and imagery, use only colors you see When you make paintings of me Paintings of me Paint me with what you want Because I know my heart Oh, grace will save the world There's already too much hurt I'll find my clarity, a heavy self-complete And they'll see paintings of me And they'll all see Paintings of me