Artists

You know what they say about creative types
Live with abandon
People of the night
Stay awake late lyrics in their head
Visions and ideas come at twilight
cant go to bed
They arent always honest, they live by emotion
Thrive on the passion of their hearts devotion
Is it the pen, a painters brush, composing melodies and such
Finding a rhythm, tune in to the beat
They keep holding on, refusing to move their feet
They wait it out, most of us are stubborn
Wont give up til we got something
And when we walk away empty handed
Our Art comes together
Like a rainbow after bad weather