Little by little everything unfolds
Exposing the weakness that causes the mold
Creative stagnation can determine your fate
You just lounge around
You think that it can all wait for you

Time after time of continual blast
Your shield becomes tougher and stronger, at last
No longer a boy
A true ironed man
You've got to create in the time that you can, my friend
(You've got to see the difference of the Mind)

And if you reach a time
In which you doubt the Mind
Just remember the passion that drives your kind

"How shall I ever manage to paint what I love so much?"
Shouted Vincent across the field
To the peasants out of touch with the world
He loved them so much

Take your pencil
Slip away
Cut them off
Begin today
Obsess yourself
Complete your stay
Believe the feel that flows within your veins

Believe in It

Music and lyrics by Jay Yarbrough
© Copyright 1984 Jay Yarbrough