An artist will paint his picture
A dancer does the dance
The actor plays the role
And I have discovered the power of the word
This is our sanctuary
The sky turns dark
Seasons will change
The weather can be cold
But here it is warm
Humans grow old
Buildings may collapse
Old problems come back to relapse
Children are born
Stars are created
Some people are hated
In my possession is the authority of the word
The power to be heard
This happens in the sanctuary
Here what is blocked
Can become unlocked
There will always be questions
Perhaps not enough answers
But that's okay
An artist will paint his picture
A dancer does the dance
The actor plays the role
I write words
We are in our sanctuary
The special place
To utilize our creative space
Look inside yourself and reach out
Find the sanctuary that awaits
Everybody has one
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