Drawing Days

The wingless angel told me
Lost the map to return home
The hesitant me picks up a paintbrush
Adding water to dried paint

Even if these eyes lose their light
I will show you my drawing
Even if these hands lose their strength
I will show you my drawing

The abandoned cat sneered
Laughed at the struggling me
On the worn-out palette
A resolute will

In a dark and cold world
I can keep drawing
Towards the path where the bright, burning sun sets
I can keep drawing

Just being able to do something for someone
Is enough to keep going
Even if these eyes lose their light
I will show you my drawing
Even if these hands lose their strength
I will show you my drawing

In colors that envelop everything
Prayers filled with all wishes