Dot to Dot

My life was made of scars that sat like dots upon the page,
And each one had a number corresponding to my age.
Some dots were close together and some dots were far apart,
But each one left a deep impression on my paper heart.

I thought that I could study them to make my picture better,
And so, I followed every dot and joined them all together.
The shape was finally there, every dot to dot outlined,
In black and white, my picture was still by my scars defined.

Colour me in
'Til I reflect your beauty and glory.
Colour me in.
These dots are not the end of my story.
Colour me, colour me, colour me, colour me, colour me 'til I see
The beautiful picture of who I am and who you want me to be.

I looked at other pictures and the scars contained therein.
The dots had all but disappeared when they were coloured in.
I wondered how my life would look if I were coloured too,
And so, I started offering this little prayer to you.

Colour me in
'Til I reflect your beauty and glory.
Colour me in.
These dots are not the end of my story.
Colour me, colour me, colour me, colour me, colour me 'til I see
The beautiful picture of who I am and who you want me to be.

Some corners of my picture now are filled with bits of colour.
I have a couple hues but I'm still looking for another.
The dots have dimmed a bit but I still know where they all are,
And one day soon I'll realise they helped me get this far.

Tomorrow, so I'll have more hope, I'll leave my colours out,
And with each passing moment let you shade me inside out,
And with each day that follows I will pray that it is clear
That my picture is more lovely for the dots that brought me here.

Colour me in
'Til I reflect your beauty and glory.
Colour me in.
These dots are not the end of my story.
Colour me, colour me, colour me, colour me, colour me 'til I see
The beautiful picture of who I am and who you want me to be.