You hide your want from others view,
It remains barred up, neglected, not used.
The world through your eyes is big and fake,
But now you worry about what others will think.
Your art is inside of your mind,
A treasure waiting for you to find.
Take the risk and bare your soul,
And God will turn your sufferings into gold.
It remains barred up, neglected, not used.
The world through your eyes is big and fake,
But now you worry about what others will think.
Your art is inside of your mind,
A treasure waiting for you to find.
Take the risk and bare your soul,
And God will turn your sufferings into gold.
