We sing hopeful songs, in which we muse
Of the crack where the light gets in,
Or trees of green and skies of blue
Ironically, revealing the sadness within.
We paint beautiful scenes, in which we show
Clouds and vistas full of happy accidents
But, from an artists inspiration it’s hard to know
If it’s joy in their brush, or if turmoil presents.
With complex verse of poetry and prose
In stories that tell of our hopes and dreams
Are the inside voices that few others know
Poured out on paper, covering up screams.
An artists voice reveals a piece of their soul
Showing angels and demons shared by us all.