We Were Made to Create

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We Were Made to Create ©2015 Robert George BMI

There’s a playful boy who’s maybe two or three
And he’s sitting with his mom beside the sea
Like a seashell somehow holds the ocean’s roar
His young daydreams have been captured by the shore

So he laughs and takes forever in his hands
And he fashions tiny castles from the sand
Though his little palaces will wash away
Buildings he designs will touch the sky someday

And when we open up our heart
Setting free the magic of art
It’s our Maker that we imitate
Because we were made to create

There’s a maid who cleans a mansion in Bel-Aire
And she sweeps and scrubs and shines the silverware
There are afternoons she’ll set aside her broom
Near the grand piano in an upstairs room

Then she’ll take her break and play Mozart or Brahms
Melodies she learned in Juarez from her mom
If her shift is over and she’s there alone
She composes classic music of her own

And when we open up our heart
Setting free the magic of art
It’s our Maker that we imitate
Because we were made to create

In a small apartment with no heat or cable
There’s a Smith-Corona on the kitchen table
And an old man pecks the keys with swollen fingers
O he’ll work all night to make the story tighter
And he’s never made a red cent as a writer
Yet the need to weave a dream from words still lingers

And when we open up our heart
Setting free the magic of art
It’s our Maker that we imitate
Because we were made to create