Brushed

It's in a stroke of a brush

It's in the wave of a hand

And a view so bright

It turns the world

And makes all right

Yet seems to say, come what may

You will be what you will

With a brush stroke of fate

You will have to think again

If you touch by it all

Lucky to be brushed by it all

Than walk a crooked mile

In a worn out smile

That you found on the ground

Somebody else threw it down

Looks like that you're the next blessed in town

It's in a verse that you read

It's in the tune in your head

That makes all light

Turns your world

Illuminates life

And makes you see

All the love within

Is still yet to come out

Like the word, as a bang

You have to think again

And get touched by it all

Than walk in single file

In a worn out smile

That you found on the ground

Somebody else threw it down

Looks like you're the next blessed in town

So the word, as a bang

You will have to think again

Than walk in single file

In a worn out smile

That you found on the ground

Looks like you're the next blessed in town