Letras
I'm thankful for my memories
Forest Hill to the Chesapeake
They made me who I came to be
Even those trips to Village Green
Like a brush to a painting
I will write my story
On the canvas of this life's short story
Like a brush to a painting
I will write my story
On the canvas of this life's short story
Standing in the rain at North Point
As the waves crash along the pier
But the stillness of the water
Seems to wash away my fears
Like a brush to a painting
I will write my story
On the canvas of this life's short story
Like a brush to a painting
I will write my story
On the canvas of this life's short story
Like a brush to a painting
I will write my story
On the canvas of this life's short story
Like a brush against the wind my friend
You'll write your story again - my friend