I'm dabbling with colours br On the canvas of life br Searching for the right br Strokes to drive br The car of my hopes br All filled with hay br With unarranged strokes br Of black and gray br where I find no one br To bank in times of stress br Except for broken images br That have more or less br Covered my empty canvas br With patch work of blue br That shows betrayed hopes br And life's image and view br That wants to uncover br The veil from the face br Of harsh and cruel life br For me to bitterly taste.