(This Page Graphic Intense You May Have To Refresh) My Paint Brush By Dave Griffith I keep my paint brush with me Wherever I may go America, In case I need to cover up So the real me doesn't show. I'm so afraid to show you me, Afraid of what you'll do, that you might laugh or say mean things. I'm afraid I might lose you. I'd like to remove all my paint coats To show you the real, true me, But I want you to try and understand, I need you to accept what you see. So if you'll be patient and close your eyes, I'll strip off all my coats real slow. Please understand how much it hurts To let the real me show. Now my coats are all stripped off. I feel naked, bare and cold, And if you still love me with all that you see, You are my country, pure as gold. I need to save my paint brush, though, And hold it in my hand, I want to keep it handy In case someone doesn't understand. So please protect me Uncle Sam, And thanks for loving me true, But please let me keep my paint brush with me Until I love me, too. © 1970 David L. Griffith Fort Miley VA Medical Facility, Point Lobos, CA SAEPE EXPERTUS, SEMPER FIDELIS, FRATRES AETERNI "Often Tested, Always Faithful, Brothers Forever" Amen ~ Placed With Pride by Dave ~ PalletMaster If you enjoyed reading this page created from the pallet of my heart please click on the bar below to share it with all your friends! E-MAIL THIS LINK Enter recipient's e-mail: WEBMASTER NEXT     BACK     HOME Powered by Bravenet.com Page © 2001 Dave ~ PalletMaster ~ PalletMaster's Workshop®. "There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval."