One day I'll be an artist. I will rise up with the dawn
Mix colours for my canvas through the silence of the morning
In painters light
In the quiet there a fishing boat will gently breathe in its colours
And reflect across the sky-filled seam
In painters light
I don't what it is that's kept me from it all this time
Best way to kill the thing you love
Is if you never even try
But I won't let my love die
When I was but a boy I fell in love with how the hand
With just a pencil could create a flowеr, a face, a country landscape
And how an artist could wear his hеart upon on my sleeve
And I got lost in every line until that boy became a man
My childish dreams of exhibitions somehow stayed a secret plan
And you know yourself, my friends, what life can do with plans...
This old game I'm in demands that I commit the perfect crime
...say each man kills the thing he loves
If you just give him enough time
But I won't kill mine!
One day I'll be an artist. I will rise up with the dawn
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