Portrait

In an empty house, there is an empty room in a world without a name
There is an empty chair where I once resigned in another life of fame
But in that room on the eastern wall, there is an unfinished painting from long ago
So I will sit back down in that empty chair so that a hundred years repeat
And I will paint until it all comes together, so that my heart becomes complete

In a far off land, throughout the sorrow and the pain, there is a sad young girl who cries
You see there is someone who the young girl loves and so the tears flow from her eyes
But in those eyes there is a distant light and the sweet reflection of happier days
So will you go to her side and will you touch her hand, so that a hundred years repeat
And will you linger there and will you comfort her, so once again her heart's complete

There is an old brick wall and it's crumbling down.  Who will save us from this fate?
There is someone there, we can feel you there, but has our savior come too late?
Well the dawn is rising and our faith is lost for your kingdom's colors are undefined
But will you paint us a picture of an untouched scene so that a hundred years repeat
And will you sing us a song and will you touch our souls so that our hearts remain complete

And piece by piece it will be revealed by an angel from above
And I'll paint my portrait just one last time so that my heart is filled with love