It's Spring

Spirit is like a finger in the paint of life
 I'm writing something at your door
 You have to come out to read what was written
 At your door stands a person who looks like you
 No sign - no letter - no message
 Movement is a color and time a shape
 To focus on - it needs time
 To leave the own creation
 Is a way to feel about sentences
 Placed in your heart
 Accepted as a law
 To break your will - to give a choice
 Which paint to use - which paint you use
 To color the world
 From outside the house
 Of black and white nightmares
 Planted long ago by the ones
 Without a home in their hearts
 They never read the message
 Written on their doors
 They never crossed the threshold
 So the world outside is yours!
 I'm writing something at your door
 You have to come out to read what was written
 At your door stands a person who looks like you
 To focus on - it needs time
 To leave the own creation
 Planted long ago by the ones
 Without a home in their hearts
 And they never read the message
 Written on their doors
 They never crossed the threshold
 So the world outside is yours!
 And they never read the message
 Written on their doors
 They never crossed the threshold
 So the world outside is yours!