Let's Leave This Painting

Let's leave this painting
See what's outside these frames
Where people show emotions
And sceneries change

Where we can touch the walls
And not smear the paint
Where we can show love
And we can show hate

'Cause outside this painting
Everything's not always the same
We can walk or travel by balloons, cars, planes, or trains
We can touch the trees and say, “God, made these.”
And we can grow old and die and fall like the leaves

Let's leave this painting
See what's outside these frames
Where people fall in love
And sinners still sit with saints
The sun can burn our skin
And we can drown in the rain
And we can show love
And we can show hate

'Cause outside this painting
Everything's not always the same
We can walk or travel by balloons, cars, planes, or trains
We can touch the trees and say, “God, made these.”
And we can grow old and die and fall like the leaves