What I see

I stare at these blue lines that shade my blank white canvas.
I take my brush and let my hands face they're empty silence.
They tell my story of day after day of whispers.
I let the fall hold me and piece my life to meaning.
I pray they're hands will find me
That he will hold me back from tears
That she will keep my eyes on bright days
That my feet will find path to see light again