The painter paints away the day

As he paints his life away

Will he rise in judgement's eyes or fall



What a humble life he lives

He never sees the price they give

Another part of his soul upon the wall



Like a lonely soldier faces

Foreign shores of empty spaces

Such is he who strokes to free his soul

Isolation steeped in sadness

Mellowed by the fears of madness

There he stands as he commands control



Deeper than the eye can see

Another man's philosophy

While he lives the price they give is small



When he dies and on that day

The sky's as high the price they pay

While he lives the price they give is small

While he lives the price they give is small