"Children Of My Mind" lyrics

The painter who's been painting all his life
Ain't a rich man he's got children and a wife
But he keeps painting though he knows when he dies
He'll still be poor
But his paintings make his life so much more

And he sings won't somebody see what I have made
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid
Won't somebody come and see the thing that makes me whole
Before the children of my mind become the orphans of my soul

The writer who's been writing oh so long
Ain't a rich man no one ever sings his songs
But he keeps writing
Songs he knows no ear we’ll ever hear
'Cause he feels that if he stopped he'll disappear

So he sings won't somebody listen to my song
It won't take long, it won't take long
Won't somebody listen to the thing that makes me whole
Before the children of my mind become the orphans of my soul

Won't somebody listen to my song
It won't take long, it won't take long
Won't somebody listen to the thing that makes me whole
Before the children of my mind become the orphans of my soul

The children of my mind become the orphans of my soul