[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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?"

[Verse 2]
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 will ever hear
Cuz he feels that if he stopped, he'll disappear

[Chorus]
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?"
[Outro]
The children of my mind become the orphans of my soul