The Sower

He walks to the fields
 Sets down a chair
 He paints "The Sower"
 Although no one's there
 Brush in his hand
 Fire in his eyes
 One of these days, the harvest will rise
 He's taking every school of thought
 Putting them in melting pots
 And creating something not ever seen
 But he hasn't sold a thing
 His canvases are kindling
 Something 'bout his coloring makes my eyes sore
 Much too messy
 Seems so desperate
 Doesn't impress me
 For a new world to begin
 The old one must fall
 Don't any of you think
 There is something after all
 There is something after all
 He works through the night
 (Turn the night into day)
 Shows no restraint
 (For a new world to begin)
 Planting grain
 (The old one must fall)
 With every canvas he paints
 {Is there something after all}
 This promotion's killing me
 Take a day off from Paris
 We can catch the last train that leaves tonight
 I have so much work to do
 But I can't say no to you
 You are the one thing going right
 You have given me your drive
 You make me feel alive
 Now all of my senses ignite
 You are living art
 Your sunshine's on my heart
 Turning the dark into light
 I want a life full of riches
 And not in the classic sort of way
 A new foundation for creation
 Building our own constellation
 That brings a sort of brighter day
 Every moment with the intent
 To find...
 I love you
 Enlightenment
 Red, orange, blue, gold, and green
 Painting the world you dream
 He works through the night
 (There's so much more to learn)
 {Turn the night into day}
 Shows no restraint
 (There's so much more to be)
 {For a new world to begin}
 Planting grain
 (Always shine and redefine our humanity)
 With every canvas he paints
 {Is there something after all}
 Outstretched hands
 {After all}
 Open his eyes
 Seasons will change
 The harvest will rise
 And everyone knows
 You reap what you sow