When Canvas Starts to Burn

We can't deny the signs clearly showing the times are changing Floods rise and comets fly Is this the end? Is judgment night?

Drawing lines and colours true and fair I create a mirrored universe

I see the world through different eyes, That's the painter's soul and mind My hands are guided by a force Some would call divine A gifted man, but I know There is still so much to learn And in some dreams canvas starts to burn When I touch it

I've been to foreign lands In north and south where legends dwell But perfect harmony Remains a mystery, hidden well

Drawing lines and colours true and fair I create a mirrored universe

I see the world through different eyes, That's the painter's soul and mind My hands are guided by a force Some would call divine A gifted man, but I know There is still so much to learn And in some dreams canvas starts to burn When I touch it