Verse 1 They only see the final frame Never all the hours it became Every sketch that hit the floor Every time I wanted to close the door They only count the loud applause Never all the hidden scars Every dream that almost died Still found a way to stay alive Pre-Chorus Tell me what's the measure now Is it talent, is it how We choose to stand when no one's there Or simply that we chose to care Chorus So define real art for me Is it hands or is it dreams Is it every tear we hide Every time we choose to try Don't erase the human heart Don't reduce it to one part Every soul can leave a mark That's what makes a work of art Verse 2 Some were born with steady hands Some learned slow through broken plans Some create with brush and paint Some with tools they never made Still the question echoes on Long after the lights are gone If a story reaches you Doesn't that make something true? Bridge Maybe art was never meant To fit inside one argument Maybe every honest voice Starts with someone's simple choice Not perfection... not applause... Just the courage to create Even when the world debates Final Chorus So define real art for me Beyond the labels that we see Every heart that dares to speak Every soul that won't retreat We'll keep building, we'll keep dreaming Through the doubt, through every feeling When tomorrow calls our name The passion stays... even if the tools may change. Outro Real art begins... When someone chooses to create.
