GOOD LIVES ON
You picked up your brush and paint
You painted and didn't mind if it hurt
You added colours of good and at times painfully bad
You painted what you thought to be true
You painted according to your view
You didn't care how the painting would look like
You were so busy with your view
Your view is far from true
I picked up my brush and paint
I painted my healing over your hurt
I painted wonderfully good over painfully bad
I created a masterpiece
Your good still lives on
It is seen in the amazing work of art
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