It's art

It's art,
The life that i had lead,
Happiness, sadness, tears, joy,
Regret, pain, heartbreak and all,
So much more to see,
More to explore,
About the creator and everything,
It's art,
A beautiful art,
On the day that i was born,
Until the day i close my eyes.

It's art,
Painted in so much more the colours could handle,
Brushes that were used,
Often replace in each and every step that we took,
Canvas as wide as the sky,
Still painting no matter what the time is,
On the eyes that are watching and understanding,
It's art,
A mysterious art,
On the day that i was born,
Until the day i close my eyes.

It's art,
No matter how rough the surface is,
Or the sudden leaves that were printed there,
Even and tiny dot on a white canvas,
It is still what it is,
A mark upon the life that we lead,
More and more tools to be used,
As a protection, loyalty, trusting and love,
Some simple feeling that could not be seen,
As the hand touch it and feel all the more,
It's art,
A touching art,
On the day that i was born,
Until the day i close my eyes.

It's art,
The interpretation of life,
Understanding what is hidden in between,
Remembering and cherishing,
Forgiving and forgetting,
Even the colourful canvas could be turn into white,
Slowly as we go and move on,
Loving and never stops caring,
What i see and what you see,
Is ever so beautiful,
To the eye that colour their work in white,
It's art,
A complicated art,
On the day that i was born,
Until the day i close my eyes.