Pain meets skin, pain meets air Hands move slow in tension there
Not to cover, not to hide But let what's inside decide
Every color holds a thought Every line is softly taught
What we feel, what we release Turns to shape, turns to peace
No mistake, no perfect plan Just the truth of where I stand
I don't paint to be seen I paint to let go
Intention leads the brush And the rest will flow
Silence guides the moving hand Art begins where words can't stand
What I carry finds its way In every mark I choose to stay
Breathe in meaning, breathe out fear What I give becomes clear
Pain is more than color and form It's a promise, it's a prayer
When intention meets the moment Art is everywhere
When the paint is washed away What remains is what I meant to say
Pain meets skin, pain meets air Hands move slow in tension there
Not to cover, not to hide But let what's inside decide
Every color holds a thought Every line is softly taught
What we feel, what we release Turns to shape, turns to peace
No mistake, no perfect plan Just the truth of where I stand
I don't paint to be seen I paint to let go
Intention leads the brush And the rest will flow
Silence guides the moving hand Art begins where words can't stand
What I carry finds its way In every mark I choose to stay
Breathe in meaning, breathe out fear What I give becomes clear
Pain is more than color and form It's a promise, it's a prayer
When intention meets the moment Art is everywhere
When the paint is washed away What remains is what I meant to say