Graffiti Heart

[song]

We can’t promise no illusions,
That’s just the way we are.
We reach to do the best we can
And sometimes go too far.
I have not found perfection
in everything I do, but I believe
life’s truly perfect and perfectly true.
There’s a chance we take when
Starting out on a broken bridge,
But we can’t repair what’s been done,
if we don’t take the risk.

In my mind on unmapped streets,
try to finish what’s incomplete,
Reach for something not mine to take
to feel at least a little awake.
Alive in my eyes, growing inside,
Tremble to shed this old disguise.

And if you could read inside of me,
You’d see a heart of graffiti here.
Tagged not torn and looking worn,
But the colors vibrant and sincere.
It tells the story of where I’ve been,
Not with scars, but images of there
and back again.
And my graffiti heart has its own part
In this journey of us all,
arising from each fall and there to see,
So I will wear it on my sleeve.

Here’s my graffiti heart, each new start,
My graffiti heart, my North Star,
I’m sure I’ve left my marks as well,
And they’ve got their stories to tell.
Here’s my graffiti heart, my graffiti heart.

No one can expect to see clearly
without stepping out of the mist
We have to want to turn
from what is negative,
To believe in what we can give.
No rules are broken when
we offer the canvas of a heart,
And wait, then wait to see the marks.
A heart always remains whole for us to know,
The outer images there just for show.

And if you could read inside of me,
You’d see a heart of graffiti here.
Tagged not torn and looking worn,
But the colors vibrant and sincere.
It tells the story of where I’ve been,
Not with scars, but images of there
and back again.
And my graffiti heart has its own part
In this journey of us all,
arising from each fall and there to see,
So I will wear it on my sleeve.

Here’s my graffiti heart, each new start,
My graffiti heart, my North Star,
I’m sure I’ve left my marks as well,
And they’ve got their stories to tell.
Here’s my graffiti heart, my graffiti heart.

Here’s my heart of graffiti here.
Tagged not torn and looking worn,
But the colors vibrant and sincere.

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