Crayons

I've seen that kind of hurt before

You keep it safe behind your door

It does not want to let me in

Oh where are you my friend



If I had one box of crayons

I can tell you what you'd see

Black, White, and Bright Sienna,

Pink and Tangerine



If I had but just one color

Pictures I could never paint

What if there was only Yellow

I would say "I can't"



It's not the color of your skin

Not who's out but who's within

And if my eyes no sight beheld

I'd know you very well



Now God did not make just one flower

Just one tree or just one bird

He loves the hawk as well the sparrow

thistle and rosebud



I will not shame you with my pity

You'll wear no shackles for my wage

You'll need no walls around your heart

No prisoners of rage



It's not the color of your skin

Not who's out but who's within

And if my eyes no sight beheld

I'd know you very well

It's not the color of your skin

Not who's out but who's within

And if my eyes no sight beheld

I'd love you very well



I've seen that kind of hurt before

You keep it safe behind your door

It does not want to let me in

Oh where are you my friend...