He worked all day, every day The same old grind, day in and day out He was a cog in the machine A tiny part of the great whole

But one day he took a brush And started painting his world He added color where there was none And life where there was only death

He painted a world where he was free A world where he could be himself A world where his dreams could come true

And in that world he was happy In that world he was free And in that world he was finally alive