There once was an artist who set out to paint
The most beautiful work of art.
Taking his time, though the man was a master,
For the vision that comes from his heart.
Each color was chosen and added with care;
Every hue had a purpose, a place.
And when it was done, just one look at the canvas
Can you see how the colors all blend and combine,
How the dark colors fade into light?
Can you see all the care behind every design,
And how nothing is all black or white?
Can you tell every brush, every stroke, every touch
Makes a difference, no matter how slight?
Can you see in the end, every inch plays it part
In bringing my painting to life?
One of the colors did not understand
The role in the painting he played.
What difference have I really made?
And he cried to the heavens and poured out his heart
As the paint slowly turned into tears.
And my darkness compared to their light
I can tell every brush, every stroke, every touch
Makes a difference, except for mine
In the shadows of others so bold and so bright,
How can my colors possibly shine?
The artist asked in a voice so, so kind,
Why the color did not play his part.
Instead of replying, the artist just smiled,
And touching the paints, led the tears on his fingers,
And holding them high took them far from the canvas
To a view he did not see before.
Can you see how your colors all blend and combine
How the darkness fades into the light
Can you see all the care behind every design,
And how nothing is all black or white?
Can you tell every brush, every stroke, every touch
Makes a difference, no matter how slight?
So you see in the end, you too play a part in bringing my painting to life.
So you see in the end, you too play a part in bringing the painting to life.