LYRIC
THE ARTIST- Sheves Achim- Composed By Dovid Klaver- Sheves Achim 2
There once was an artist who set out to paint
A most beautiful work of art.
Taking his time, though the man was a master,
For the vision had come from his heart.
Each color was chosen and added with care;
Every hue had a purpose, a place.
And when it was done, just one look at the canvas
Brought a smile to the artist’s face.
Can you see how the colors all blend and combine,
How the dark always fades into light?
Can you see all the care behind every design,
And how nothing is all black or white?
Can you tell every brush, every stroke, every touch,
Makes a difference, no matter how slight?
Can you see in the end, every inch plays it part,
In bringing my painting to life?
One of the colors did not understand
The role in the painting he played.
I’m off to one side, and my colors are shattered.
What difference have I really made?
I don’t have their beauty, their splendor or grace,
I’m just a mistake, it appears.
And he cried to the heavens and he poured out his heart,
As the paint slowly turned into tears.
I can see how their colors all blend and combine,
And my darkness compared to their light.
There is no one who will care for my simple design,
If I fade away, it’s alright.
I can tell every brush, every stroke, every touch
Makes a difference, except for mine.
In the shadows of others, so bold and so bright,
How can my colors possibly shine?
The artist asked, in a voice so, so kind,
Why the color did not play his part.
You’re my creator, you know I’m unworthy,
Just a stain on your work of art.
Instead of replying, the artist just smiled,
And whispered, my friend, say no more.
And touching the paints, led the tears on his fingers,
And holding them high, took them far from the canvas,
To a view they could not see before.
Can you see how your colors all blend and combine,
How the darkness fades into the light.
Can you see all the care behind every design,
And how nothing is all black or white?
Can you tell every brush, every stroke, every touch
Makes a difference, no matter how slight?
So you see in the end, you too play a part in bringing my painting to life.
So you see in the end, you too play a part in bringing the painting to life.