"Silent Artists" lyrics

I find it strange to know
Somewhere there's a girl my age sat alone
Maybe in a house or a wood or a meadow by the road
And she can write songs too

But she works all day
And her parents worry every time she goes away
Cause where she lives it's not good cause it's not safe
I hate how I forget the world is cruel

Cause I sit here all day at my piano
Writing songs about the wind and the shadows
Writing songs in blissful silence
While she writes through bombs and violence

My words on paper
Her words in her mind
But hers won't be heard
Even if they're much better than mine

Oh, I sit here all day at my piano
Sit here all day recording
It's not fair how mine are heard
When hers are probably more important
I can't write her lyrics
But I'll write this song today
For all the silent artists and the words they never get to say