You think that art is simple
That it's just pictures on the wall
But you’ve failed to understand
Just how it exists in us all.
It resides like unseen colors
In the depths of our souls
It’s there when we speak
In tongues of silver and gold.
It is the images within the stories
That lay like shadows behind us all
It ebbs and fades like a tide of colors
With our every rise and fall.
It is the blue in our sorrows
The crystalline in tears unseen
It’s the red in our passions
In who we are; who we want to be.
So you can’t say art is straightforward
When our minds are paintings of their own
You can’t say art is worthless
When it makes up the essence of our souls.
You can’t say art is nothing
When we all strive to be of worth
When we live our lives trying not to survive
So we can pass on without remorse.
You think art is simple
Forgive me if I think you wrong
For when I stare into all the dyes and colors
I see a place where I belong.