Vincent~

Starry Starry night,

Paint your pallete blue and grey,

Look out on a summers day,

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.

Shadows on hills,

Sketch the tress and daffodils,

Catch the breeze and the winter chill,

In colors on the snowy linen land.

And now I understand,

What you tried to say to me.

How you suffered for your sanity.

How you tried to set them free,

They would not listen the did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry starry night,

Flamings flowers that brightly blaze,

Swirling clouds in violet haze,

Reflect in VIncent's eyes of china blue

Colors changing hue,

Morning fields of amber grain,

Weathered faces lined in pain,

Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand

And now I think i know,

What you tried to say to me.

How you suffered for you sanity.

How you tried to set them free,

They would not listen the did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now

For the could not love you,

But still your love was true,

And when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night,

You took you life as lovers often do.

But I could of told you Vincent,

This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

Starry starry night,
Portraits hung in empty halls,

Frameless heads on nameless walls,

With eyes that watch the world and cant forget.

Like the strangers that youve met,

The ragged men in ragged clothes,

The silver thorn the bloody rose,

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

And now I understand,

What you tried to say to me.

How you suffered for your sanity.

How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen they're not listening still,

Perhaps they never will.