Isn’t it amazing? How a writer will take
Just a sheet of blank paper and a pen,
And with their imagination, and words will make
A world that was known to no one but them

Isn’t it amazing? How they reveal to us
Through black words on white pages, the bright colors of life
They admit, subtly, how they feel, to us:
The elation of joy; the sorrow of strife

Isn’t it amazing? How a singer can use
A melody to turn this bleak world around
And the power behind the words he may choose
Is a power that, elsewhere, cannot be found

Isn’t it amazing? How so much hope
Can radiate from the strum of a guitar’s strings;
And a desperate soul at the end of a rope
Can be encouraged to fight on, through whatever life brings

Isn’t it amazing? How a painter can see
The world through an entirely different lens
And convince us that things that aren’t, could be
And the irrational suddenly makes perfect sense

Isn’t it amazing? How a thousand words
Can scream from the careful strokes of a brush
Its message is seen, and cannot be heard;
It is tangibly felt, but cannot be touched

Isn’t it amazing? How the dancer can glide
And never seem to touch the ground
With silent steps and graceful strides
And flying leaps that make no sound

Isn’t it amazing? How rhythm seems
To possess their bodies as they soar
Such passion shown, such beautiful dreams
Imagined on such an empty floor

Isn’t it amazing? The difference they make
These artists, these incredible few
They follow their hearts, and though much is at stake
They stand for what they believe to be true

It IS amazing! How they stand strong
In a world that they strive so hard to redeem
The world won’t be changed by those who belong
Step forward, and follow your dream