Artha Testo

She paints an empty canvas when she is afraid she built a falling castle with her body of sand and although lost she found love in the eyes of him shoulder she could fall on was never taken in and all the rain is falling and the side walks are stained with roses from her brushes and the pictures from her hands oh she cries a little harder she only cried to me now if she called my name I would have ran to catch her And the only tear left now comes from me So now I say these words to say to you I find it so hard to lose her The greatest gift that God ever gave to me was a girl I named December she was a girl that I need December