How many times I stood br I like stand now br gazing into the mirror br but I cannot paint that picture br You asked me to br Of that little girl I used to be br The blue of innocence, br Like kites in the sky br little princess br Your weakness. br br How many ever times br I tried with the brush br In my trembling fingers br I could not find the right hues br the yellows of laughter br the abandoned brown br Of the my naked pains br The orange of the tears br The purples of failed love br The crimson of wandering lust.