Life is a canvas, a vast landscape
There are no rules at all except those you create.
And here you give birth to some part of your soul
something you feel, something you know
You colour your world with its hues and its shades
A world full of love, a world full of hate
You are the artist, the painter, the obbsessive sculptor
The dreamer, the visionary, the bold creator.
You who creates and destroys at your whim
This fragile life so paper thin
Shape me a world so full of colour
For this pot of clay is like no other
Show me a feeling, a thought or an act
Then make something else
And never look back
This life is yours can\'t you see?
So paint me a picture with all your good deeds
Because here in this world we are what we see
And all of your dreams, all of them, here are set free