[Verse 1] The painter whos been painting all his life Aint a rich man hes got children and a wife But he keeps painting though he knows when he dies Hell still be poor But his paintings make his life so much more [Chorus] And he sings wont somebody see what I have made Dont be afraid, dont be afraid Wont somebody come and see the thing that makes me whole Before the children of my mind become the orphans of my soul [Verse 2] The writer whos been writing oh so long Aint a rich man no one ever sings his songs But he keeps writing Songs he knows no ear well ever hear Cause he feels that if he stopped hell disappear [Chorus] So he sings wont somebody listen to my song It wont take long, it wont take long Wont somebody listen to the thing that makes me whole Before the children of my mind become the orphans of my soul Wont somebody listen to my song It wont take long, it wont take long Wont somebody listen to the thing that makes me whole Before the children of my mind become the orphans of my soul [Outro] The children of my mind become the orphans of my soul
orphan, somebody, become, painting, child