We Are The Artists

We are the arists

By pen or brush

We paint the pains and heights

Of humanity

And with might,

We convey truths others repress

Tell the world what it must confess

What it must look for in the heart’s treasure troves

What it must polish

What it must uphold

We speak what beauty would if it had a tongue

Give it rhryme and make it sung

By the sweet larks of the soul

We are the artists

We make our marks

Not through fists

But through love

We speak in gentle hues

Give others their rightful due

Of care and compassion

Of hope and dream

We are the passion

The eye which gleams

We are the artists

The singers the painters the poets

We are the artists

The voice of meaning

We are the artists

The choir of justice

Which speak the language of hope

Expanding your views and scopes

Showing others how to cope

With the waves of this world

We are the artists

Look for our touch

Find us in our smiles

In the peace amid the rush

Look for the sky and you will find our souls

Listen to a sigh

And you will hear our song

Find us in meadows

Find us on shores

Look for the artists

Beware

No,

Behold