Prisoned Art
Locked mind leaves creativity behind
It sits and becomes blood sisters with
The enemy ‘no imagination’
They make a pact together
That leads them to a journey
Of lead and inkless tours
So now the art is prisoned
Within the deepest cell created
Our soul
It sits and becomes blood sisters with
The enemy ‘no imagination’
They make a pact together
That leads them to a journey
Of lead and inkless tours
So now the art is prisoned
Within the deepest cell created
Our soul