Painter

She wants to be a painter
But she only ever paints when she’s alone
By the fire in the back room of her home
She finds so much beauty in the colours
But she’s afraid, that it won’t be found by others

So she sits there
Hour after hour in that same chair
Drawing shapes no one will ever see
And as she paints she hums a melody

It goes ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
It goes ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

She’s always been a dreamer
Ever since she was a little girl
She spends so long lost in her own world
Lost in her own thoughts
Imagination building up until she makes it home
And turns it to creation

Sitting opposite the canvas
For however long it takes her
She won’t stop until that picture
In her mind is down on paper

Painting summer skies
Painting houses by the sea
The day turns into night
As she hums her melody

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
It goes ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
It goes ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
It goes ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

A little voice creeps into her mind
Don’t place your worth on other people’s eyes
You’re a painter, try not to forget
You choose who you are, even if nobody else knows yet

Grab your light
Let it fly, let it shine, let it grow
If you don’t try then you might never know
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah