My Canvas

My canvas clear and white, the place where my pictures I'll write. My words will form the shapes, from my tone there will be no escape. I can write pictures of a sky so blue, pictures of a love that's much more than true. I will write pictures of a world to be, I'll write pictures of ever lasting pace from sea to sea. I write the pictures that try to hide, I'm writing from deep inside. As a boy I would run just for the fun, as a young man I ran with my gun. The war is over or so they say, I feel this war ragging in me each and every day. There are so many of us who struggle to find our way, Will some one tell us how more we will have to pay? Yes my canvas is clear and white, my pictures are some times dark and full of blight. these to are my pictures, these to I must write. I ask but no one knows, will I ever rest my sole? My canvas clear and white, are you my only way back to the light?