Our parents are the first ones to see
The beauty of art that exists majestically
Now that I'm here, I'm able to see
To glimpse the meaning and perceive it clearly
Art is a token, a chest of something to remember
All the histories and heritage, it spoke louder
It has the power to help the blind see the reality
The great contributions made its colors revolutionary
A simple stroke contained thousands of words
Mad patterns creates stories from different worlds
Anger, sadness, hatred, joy and various emotions
Maybe even a precious treasure to revive something that's lost
To grasp, to understand, to see
From all forms, just like a deity
What could've been without artistry?
Just the thought of it makes me lose my sanity
As long as there's light, it gives hope to find
The hues, the forms, and the different designs
From the satisfaction to our eyes, it also inspires
If it's to cease to exist, just make me blind
