Word Wars

Once I told my mother that I want to be an artist Gave a funny look and she was trying not to laugh Then she told my father and the both of them were laughing I never told my mother what I want to do again Ohhh, dreams can change before they're even formed And laughs can drown the voice that breaks the norm But if the vision's true, it'll find its way Through the noise, through the pain, every single day Every single bridge I've ever built has gotten burned Still yearning for the simple joy of creating art It's like crafting a key for a lock that's never found The weight of criticism suffocates the heart Ohhh, dreams can change before they're even formed And laughs can drown the voice that breaks the norm But if the vision's true, it'll find its way Through the noise, through the pain, every single day Once I told my mother that I want to be an artist Gave a funny look and she was trying not to laugh Then she told my father and the both of them were laughing I never told my mother what I want to do again