Letra de Children Of My Mind

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 that when he dies He'll still be poor But this painting's make his life Mean so much more And he sings Won't somebody see what I have paint? 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 that songs But he keeps writing Songs he knows no ear will ever hear 'Cause he feels that if he stops 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 Children of my mind Become the orphans of my soul