Artesano

I can see, they have no age
Or they have a moment and it goes away
Explaining their skill

Smiling helps them sell
The best they know how to do
Is the art of bringing to life

A fancy bracelet made of a couple of loose threads
Or a face on a trunk that wasn't there
Everywhere in the park, fairies and goblins roam free
Becoming inspiration to survive

Because bringing new forms to life with their hands
To bless the sun every morning
The craftsman needs it because art heals
Because art is healthy, you know, art heals

They know well that motivation
Is to find in the heart
A reason worthy of being put into action
When the essential is missing
They laugh instead of feeling bad
Because they don't believe in mental covers

They prefer to give birth to glass butterflies
Or landscapes with just grains of sand
With sweet incense and eyes without collyrium
That convey strength, madness, and freedom

Because bringing new forms to life with their hands
To bless the sun every morning
The craftsman needs it because art heals

Because art is healthy, you know, art heals
And knows that art heals