See the art in me

[txcatcher]

Images on the sidewalk speak of dreams'decent
washed away by storms still graven with cynical lament
dirty canvases to call my own
protest lyrics carved by the old pay phone
And in your picture book I'm trying hard to see
turning endless pages of this tragedy
Sculpting every move, you compose a symphony
you pleade to everyone
see the art in me
see the art in me
see the art in me

- Jars of clay, Art in me