• "With our broken brushes, the torn canvas, we try to paint, a broken place, for which we hope
    can one day heal all the rips and tears, So we paint a world, we paint the land, we paint the
    people, we paint the seas, we paint all we can, but in the end, we put the brushes down, knowing
    that we just cant make that final piece, with all our brushes, with all the paint, with that canvas,
    we can not paint, the missing hearts, in all that land, just like us, the paints dead, without that
    heart."