o if I had a grand piano
I would play a song for you
a song to make you wonder like
you've never done before
with words to make the poets sing
and worship at the gate for you
but all I have are words
that rhyme and they've all been
sung before
o and if I had the painters eye
I'd reach behind the mask you show
and put it on a canvas
that the world might see and sigh
and I'd show just what you feel inside
you think no one must ever know
but I can't paint a picture
anymore than I can fly
you wear a wall around you
and I cannot break it down
but heaven is around you
and you wear it like a crown
though I may not be a poet
with words to sing a song for you
I have wonders of my own to
make your senses spin
and though l may not be Picasso
I'll colour every day for you
open up your window and
let this poor boy in