Once I saw a Painting,
Hanging on the wall;
It was of a young girl,
It was of a winter's fall.
The girl was like waiting,
waiting for someone to call;
And She was like stop aging,
in that painting on my wall.
I saw her blue eyes,
I saw a ring she wearing;
She was like filled with cries,
And no one was hearing,
She was there like centuries passed,
Many winters came
Many winters gone
But she was waiting for; someone to cross.
That old time was gone,
The painitng was getting older;
But she was still beautiful,
and her dancing gown too.
She was there standing in cold,
all the winters fall;
waiting for someone she knew,
in that painting on my wall.
I was standning down the hall,
I was just watching at her;
She was like telling her story,
In that painting on my wall.
