SpiritIt's more than a craving; it's more than a need.It's the spirit inside, waiting to be freed.It's the words on a page; it's the notes in a song.Paint on a brush, and waiting all day longFor the perfect lighting, the look that's just right,Whether it's first in the morning, or up all night.It's the beat of the artist, the things that we feel,And the tools that we use to make the ideas real.A laptop or pen, paper or pliersWhatever it is, it lights our fires,Makes us burn with pride, keeps imagination alive,So we can say 'we are the artists and we have arrived.'