The Island
Stick my hand in the flame to see what the fire inspires
See if I can feel my wants, and needs, my heart’s desires
Longing for creativity I’m a victim of the art
A king on my imagination
The Sire alone on an ark
A prisoner of sound, colors, thoughts, and words on stationary
The rebel without a cause lost in a world that’s lost
Through culture I have found a place where no one care about my face
I exist without a race
On a island called creativity
They embrace whatever you do
I invite you to voyage with me
To meet other just like you
On a path to originality
The island
See if I can feel my wants, and needs, my heart’s desires
Longing for creativity I’m a victim of the art
A king on my imagination
The Sire alone on an ark
A prisoner of sound, colors, thoughts, and words on stationary
The rebel without a cause lost in a world that’s lost
Through culture I have found a place where no one care about my face
I exist without a race
On a island called creativity
They embrace whatever you do
I invite you to voyage with me
To meet other just like you
On a path to originality
The island
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