The Painter

I dreamed I was painter
And had some job to do
I packed my brush and buckets
Drove to the next client in queue

I climbed upon my ladder
And fixed some minor cracks
Then I started painting
And every color that i chose
Turned to the blackest black

I dreamed I was painter
Stuck in the blackest black
The room became an abyss
I stared into and it stared back

I dreamed I was painter
Abondened all my hope
got lost in the abyss
And then i ear your voice and
Blackest black turned into a darker shade of blue