there was a man  named Vincent a painter man was he
and he had life so of full tragedy
a lonely man was he. torn part inside
and behind his pictures he would try to  hide.

he would paint so beautiful for all the world to see
to ease his troubled mind and try to set it free
although his life was troubled  his art was of the best
until he took a gun and held it to his chest.

it was such a sin too take his life away
the pictures that he did are with us till this day