The greatest art that comes from me Won’t be a poem or PhD I’m often pulled by vanity A slave to what others just might see I see abundance of work undone Rather than playing with my son I ache for days of solitude Neglecting God’s true bread for food
My Greatest Art
My Greatest Art
My Greatest Art
The greatest art that comes from me Won’t be a poem or PhD I’m often pulled by vanity A slave to what others just might see I see abundance of work undone Rather than playing with my son I ache for days of solitude Neglecting God’s true bread for food