Child of art


In my age of prime
In the the sands of time
I will lay my hand
And leave my mark
As a child of art
And as a strong ray of light
And till i pass
I will stand my ground
And make my sound
The sound of a thousand calling birds in the wild
And when i pass
I will lay with a smile
A smile of art
A smile that crowns the marks of my hands
Until then i will stand
Tall like a mast
As i walk through this dusty land
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