Suppose I paint a picture of a landscape

Something recognisable, but still intriguing to the eye

And I tell you that’s not all there is to it

Would you understand the sentiment?

And I explain that each object within it represents a greater story of love and life and hurt

And perhaps you could even say some sacrifice

Would you still retain your reticence?

‘Cause I long for you to see what I see

I long for you to feel what I feel