verse1: every time i remember the days,
like a painters brush stroking down a canvas page,
creating a beautiful piece of work,
that captures the moment that never leaves,
better then a photo that fades,
opening the door to the artist brain,
put in a snap shot in a frame,
lasting forever out lasting histories pain,


chorus: Wind blows taring through trees,
rivers carving there way to the sea,
earthquakes topple the tallest building,
but every painting is beautiful to see,
for every stroke in line seems perfect to me,


verse2:Oil used last not to bleed,
water with the gentle caress of the brush,
acrylic permeant like the stamps on the heart,
but all show the same things in one way or another,
never lost in time put on the walls,


chorus: Wind blows taring through trees,
rivers carving there way to the sea,
earthquakes topple the tallest building,
but every painting is beautiful to see,
for every stroke in line seems perfect to me,


Bridge: if all the artist in the world gave
one piece of art to the world it would be
the image thats seen to last forever in time.


chorus: Wind blows taring through trees,
rivers carving there way to the sea,
earthquakes topple the tallest building,
but every painting is beautiful to see,
for every stroke in line seems perfect to me,