Price Tag – Earth Groans – letras

The artist oh the artist, behold perfection in his masterpieceHe opens up his mind and spreads it across canvasAn expression of who he isHe opens up his heart and spreads it across canvasThis perfect creation, it is a part of himCorner to corner and detail to detailFrom out of nothingSewing together the creativityEach and every work he treasuresAnd weighs them all equallyThis is the workmanship of his fingertipsAnd resonates his legacyThe critics will heave their detestBut he will not be dismayedThe artist is confident in what his work is worthHis assessment will not be swayed by any mortal manThey build significanceAll of their life’s blueprints on top of faulty foundationsTheir malice tongues are all wrapped in liesLike the way the fire encompasses the red embersSo who is the one to name the worth of this artCan it be the breeze as it whispers byIs it man or beast, does the art have words to speakNothing comes for free, what is the price to be paidWhat’s the worth, who’s to say its worthThe value it cannot be earnedBut the creator alone is the only one to determineWhat his craft is worth »What if I told you that you are a reflection of a kingI breathed forth galaxiesBut I swear that you still mean so much more to meI purchased you with sacrificeYou are my artYou are my prizedSo I purchased you with my lifeI paid the highest price, but you were worth it