Every Brushstroke Means Something (A Ballad for the Returning Artist)

[Verse] The dust has settled on my old easel stand Colors asleep in the palm of my hand But the whisper of longing still calls me tonight A canvas of silence begs for light [Verse 2] Forgotten shapes linger in my chest's grin Lost in the life I let others paint in But deep in the shadows there's a spark that's true A palette of dreams drenched in hues new [Chorus] Every brushstroke means something somehow It's a dance with time I'm reclaiming now Sweeping the shadows with streaks of gold Painting those secrets I never told [Verse 3] The winds carry whispers of who I used to be A portrait of chaos longing to run free My trembling grip finds a rhythm unknown Each smeared mistake feels like coming home [Bridge] Laughing with colors I'm learning to trust Mixing my ashes with sunrise dust The artist is rising from years buried deep Awakening dreams I thought I'd keep asleep [Chorus] Every brushstroke means something somehow It's a dance with time I'm reclaiming now Sweeping the shadows with streaks of gold Painting those secrets I never told