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Everything was black and white
But now I’m living in color
I told myself I couldn’t love again
But that was just a cover
I was the empty page in the book
Scribbled all over by the careless kid
Most people would see that and turn the page
But its obvious that’s not what you did
You took out your crayons and markers
And began to color slowly
You used a variety of shades
Cause the black and white looked lonely
You spent a lot of time on it
But it took you awhile to see
How complicated but worthwhile
Finishing that drawing would be
At times you got frustrated
Cause some of the colors wouldn’t blend
But you didn’t give up
Cause you're not one to follow the trend
Sometimes you would just stare
And wonder why it was so hard
To make this page as pretty
As a Christmastime Hallmark card
But you had a goal in mind
And you knew that you could do it
So I bet right about now
Your glad that you went thru with it
It had never been so hard
For you to make any kind of progress
But then you did, and even though this page isn’t done
It’s one of your most proud works of success
You had to take a break for a while
Because this page was so tough
For a while you thought you would never finish it
But realized that was a bluff
Now that you know
You weren’t coloring for nothing
You take out the page everyday
And try to make it into something
As good as the drawing is now
Everyday you want to make it better
Others look at it and say its done
But as the artist, you know better
When you first opened the book
This page caught your eye
Not because it was beautiful
But because it looked like it could cry
It wasn’t a pretty page
Because it needed some life
So you started to brighten it
And your color overpowered the trife
Sometimes when people opened up this book
They looked at the first page and didn’t like what they saw
They figured the rest of the pages would be like the first
So they put it away because of a little flaw
If had you never stopped
And given that page a 2nd glance
It probably would still be getting scribbled on
Thinking it had lost its only chance
Now this page is beautiful
And its getting better everyday
And now the first page looks more like
What the rest of the book has to say
This page looks so happy
Its full of style and grace
It once looked so sad
But that’s no longer the case
Even if the artist moves on
Never finishes this page
At least the scribble is masked
And no longer looks like rage
No matter what happens
This artist will always have a special place
He’s the one who turned scribble into beauty
And he put a smile on the face
Hopefully the artist stays
And works on this page till its done
But that might take forever
Cause the artist has only just begun…
