You people often misunderstand   What I try to relate in my head   You're not listening to my words   You make them your own   And you fill in the unknowns      While searching across this landscape of dreams   The flashes of green and grey discourage me    From saying what I need.      And through these words I find hope with what I keep.   But children tend to judge before they read.   And are you so swamped in denile to speak with no frame.   You're desperate to shift blame.      While searching across this landscape it seems   The flashes I see colored greed discourage me    But I'm saying what I need.      And you fight, you fight for art.   It's your release for chasing stars,   And you're bettering the week.   Her fall for painting straights with honesty and vision.   And the music playing with feeling.