In a house on the edge of town
A young boy paints, dreams abound
With colors bright, he sketches life
But his parents scoff
It's a fruitless strife
Be realistic, be smart, they say
Art won't pay the bills anyway
But he holds his brush, strokes the sky
I'll paint my path, just watch me fly
They laugh at his canvas dreams
Say life's not as easy as it seems
Join the office, drop the art
But he knows creation's in his heart
They laugh at his canvas dreams
Say life's not as easy as it seems
Join the office, drop the art
But he knows creation's in his heart
Be realistic, be smart, they say
Art won't pay the bills anyway
But he holds his brush, strokes the sky
I'll paint my path, just watch me fly
They can't see the world through his eyes
The hues and shades of his highs
Their words are sharp, but he won't comply
For in his art, he feels alive
Be realistic, be smart, they repeat
But in his heart, he won't accept defeat
With every color, he defies their cry
I'll paint my path, just watch me fly
Be realistic, be smart, they repeat
But in his heart, he won't accept defeat
With every color, he defies their cry
I'll paint my path, just watch me fly
So let them mock, let them jeer
The artist's road is crystal clear
For dreams are worth the chase, he knows
With every stroke, his courage grows
