o, if I had a grand piano
I would play a song for you
a song to make you wonder like you've never done before
with words to make the poets sing
and worship at the gate for you
but all I have are words that rhyme and they've all been
sung before
o, and if I had the painters eye
I'd reach behind the mask you show
and put it on a canvas that the world might see and sigh
and I'd show just what you feel inside
you think no-one must ever know
but I can't paint a picture anymore than I can fly
you wear a wall around you
and I cannot break it down
but heaven is around you
and you wear it like a crown
though I may not be a poet
with words to sing a song for you
I have wonders of my own to make your senses spin
and though l may not be Picasso
I'll colour every day for you
open up your window and let this poor boy in

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