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Artists share common blood
it is an awareness before coming to be
they are artisans
Their souls cry and they can only find some peace
but the pain is always there
saying to them you can't control me

You know of those who came before who couldn't
You can never hold me back
You have to let me out
the sooner the better
before better can turn to worse
Your children will know of me

the awareness is in their blood
that they are the special,the tormented
the artists of the world
Who live in and through words,canvases,and stages
they have the gift of pain ,healing,and redemption
They are all one

For artists share the same blood
pass it onto your children
and tell them of those who came before
and those who simply are
For they are us
the artists of today