Kenneth Wood
This Blank Canvas
I. Infinity
I have no more thought to give to you, anger
I have no more to succumb to
You can walk with me as a friend if you wish
Though I shall not speak to you
Nor of you
I have no more time to give to you, regret
You have been defeated at long last
You can stay behind and pick up your pieces
Try again with some other lonesome fool
You have no place here
I have no more sympathy for you, hatred
You have been painted with love
Your bright colors will shine for the world to see
And you will forever sleep under this new ruling
Infinite is my victory
II. In The Wake Of Anger
It's quiet now
Sailing in my little lifeboat
Watching the last of my haunting past
Sink on the horizon
Drowning beneath the red gaze of the sun
I like the way freedom sounds
As it rolls off my tongue and floats into the sky
Vanishing into the dying day
As I sail on in the gentle wake of the past
Caressed by the lapping waves
III. Dreams Revealed
I thank time as it stands
For not standing as it is
Giving me a chance to carry on
To wake with new thoughts
With dreams smuggled to the new world
To see the day in all its glory
Daring not to stare too long
In fear I will be content
To sit and watch this one beauty forever
I walk in the hour without season
And travel a clear path before me
Free of anger, free of hate
If I were any part of you today
A teardrop I would be, Father
IV. The Coming Days
My answers lurked in the innermost depths
Dark once, now they grow in the light
Forever and a day I was reborn
Recycled
I wish it were you I was not leaving behind
You have chosen another winding path
Out of reach with reality
In the coming days I will speak of you
To anyone who will listen
I will speak of greatness once possessed
Repressed
If you die tomorrow
I will not taint your name with sordid words
If I die tomorrow
I will not forget that one night we finally spoke
Spoke of greatness
Of times once forgotten
Forgiven
Regret has withered and fallen from my heart
And your mind may have forgotten the words we spoke
But your heart was healed a little that night
As the pollution was flushed out with small shiny tears
I'm not sure I heard a goodbye whispered then
But I feel that one comes soon
If it is you who speaks first, I will listen
And touch small shiny tears to your beaten heart
If it is I who speaks first, I will light a path for you
A candle for you to find your way
V. Rhapsody
A simple stroke of paint
Creating my world
And I toss the brush to the wind
Accepting the past and marrying the future
Watching everything spin
Colors swirling into a beautiful landscape
This once blank canvas
A new day, a new world
Simple