My pencil goes over the paper,
Maybe I will try again later...
But then the feeling starts to come,
I just don’t know where it comes from...
My pencil goes around the paper,
And the drawing is going to be something greater,
My hands don’t what they are making,
This is just not something you can be faking.
My pen is writing words...
All kind of sorts...
The feelings will be written down,
The feelings within I drown...
Everyone knows the feeling,
That brings you above the seeling,
It takes you to different new places,
It takes you to see different new faces...
We all know the emotion,
It’s like a big explosion,
Of words, drawings, designs, creations,
Songs, stories, paintings and imatations...
The feeling of creating,
The feeling that we will not be fading...
Cause our work will forever exist,
Within this...