The world’s but a canvass on which we project
The colourful views that we choose to protect

So pull out your paintbrush
Your palette, your knife
Pour out your colours and paint for your life~!

So long as you’ve a beating heart
A giving hand, a living part
There is no end, there’s just the start
of all you’ve yet to finish

So let the flow of all you know
Just grow and gush… and then let go
You must let go
And let the hush fill all you know

And this humble brush, in hidden hands
Shall paint a swath across the lands
As colours flow in grand designs
of so much more than human minds~!

And as we find that we’re the tool
The piece, the part, the humble fool
in this peace of art of which we’re stuck
It seems each stroke… is one of luck