It's a choice,
It's a voice,
In the crowd.
It's courageous and proud.
Who will take a stand?
Who will demand
What's right,
What's not in sight?
Who will relieve
those who grieve
for the life they've made
for the price they've paid?
It's right to know
the beauty people show.
All of us have a light
Some bright
Some faint
Beauty behind the paint.
Paint that is a cover
to the unheard lover,
to the young mother,
to the jealous brother,
to the broken heart,
to the man torn apart,
to those who fall,
to those all.
No one looks behind the paint,
to see the bright and faint.
We only see the face,
The scattered space,
The shame,
The tattered name,
Who will ever stop
To look Behind the Paint.
