Canvases - Hideout

I would trade all of Fort Knox’s gold

To keep this grasp upon your soul

Our lives like shoestrings intertwined

My wings are worn, but you still fly

Though the skies are turbulent

I fly toward my refuge

I’ve made my mistakes

All I knew once black and white

The canvas bathed in light

I will make sure the seeds are watered

I’ll try to make the forest grow

And if I come back torn and tattered

Will you be standing in the grove?

My wings are worn, but you still fly