All it takes is a small black dot
On a big white canvas
And we call it wasted, lost
And throw away the canvas.
All it takes is a small black dot
And the jar of white paint is gone
We label it as useless
Hide it somewhere in the dark
Isn't it too much power to give
To nothing but a small black dot?
A dot that doesn't let us to forgive
A piece that steels the peace of mind
She saw the tiny lip-shaped stain
The small red stain on your shirt
And now she has to wash it all
The shirt, the love and you for all.
© LiLit Ghazaryan
And we call it wasted, lost
And throw away the canvas.
All it takes is a small black dot
And the jar of white paint is gone
We label it as useless
Hide it somewhere in the dark
Isn't it too much power to give
To nothing but a small black dot?
A dot that doesn't let us to forgive
A piece that steels the peace of mind
She saw the tiny lip-shaped stain
The small red stain on your shirt
And now she has to wash it all
The shirt, the love and you for all.
© LiLit Ghazaryan