My Art

All the tears I have cried
All the pain I feel inside
Pour out of me and onto the page
All my anger and my rage

I empty into you my music and my art
Even though Christine and I are apart
You have stayed along side of me
Making me believe it was meant to be

That all this pain was just a part
Of a greater scheme to perfect my art
For without pain
I could never get the notes to rain

Down from the storm inside my heart
That threatens to tear me apart
It is said that pain is good for art
But pain is only the start

One also needs love and light
I may try with all my might
But both run far away from me
As if they were never meant to be

So all I have now is my pain
And the tears that fall like rain
Pain and tears that I transform into art
That shows the true me that lives deep inside my heart