I have to feel everything deeply

If I decide to feel it at all

It’s painted in every color

Sung in every song

Written with every word

And I keep it locked away

At the root of my being

Where all the pretty things lie

Be careful of my power

The paints, the words, the songs

Stay there forever

So when I chose to feel you

Paint you, sing you, write you

Even if for just a moment—

I locked you away

At the root of my being

Where all the pretty things lie