The painter
Who's been painting all his life
Ain't a rich man
He's got children and a wife
But he keeps painting
Though he knows that when he dies
He'll still be poor
But this painting's make his life
Mean so much more
And he sings
Won't somebody see what I have paint?
Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid
Won't somebody come and see
The thing that makes me whole?
Before the children of my mind
Become the orphans of my soul
The writer
Who's been writing oh, so long
Ain't a rich man
No one ever sings that songs
But he keeps writing
Songs he knows no ear will ever hear
'Cause he feels that if he stops
He'll disappear
So he sings
Won't somebody listen to my song?
It won't take long
It won't take long
Won't somebody listen to?
The thing that makes me whole
Before the children of my mind
Become the orphans of my soul
Won't somebody listen to my song
It won't take long
It won't take long
Won't somebody listen to
The thing that makes me whole?
Before the children of my mind
Become the orphans of my soul
Children of my mind
Become the orphans of my soul
