The Sounds We're Made Of

It's there, just waiting to come out

Inspiration, a blast of words

In little dreams we bring to life

But there are times when nothing works

And though we're feeling miserable

I know the value in the notes of my music

I know the time that I've spend fighting for it

And I tell you

Art is not for cowards

We need someone to share the magic

Transfuse the lines of our love

We put your lives in rhymes and chords

And sell our sorrow for some coins of hope

We're artists

Prepotent bastards begging for your attention

Asking comprehension

Let if flow if you have something to say

Let it go if there's no reason to stay