the Weathered - Half Full
A canvass holding lines
And suddenly it's real
A portrait so devine
It's calling us to feel
Collective consciousness
Brought on by a mess
Of bristles paint and labour
So cast your eyes upon
This interpretation
It may be your saviour
Inspiration strikes
It beckons sleepless nights
Pen returns to paper
The greatest written prose
Reflections of our own
Faces in the mirror
The want to create
Born of the need to escape
Dream up a better world for us
Rise up rise up
Gods of creation within ourselves
Rise up rise up
Rise up and do what you love
Rise up Rise up
Rise up Rise up
Written by:
Corry Van Spronsen
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