White Walls

If the walls could talk, would they tell you that you were insane,
For spending hours in the mirror repeating your own name?
Will your name live forever? Or will it's destiny be the same
As all the unknown souls? Gone and forgotten. What a shame.
"Give up. Give up." You'd often hear the walls whispering.
But still you won't hush, because someone out there is listening
And you see your potential, and feel the burn in your shine
So you let the wall be your canvas, and let your art be your life
Write, my darling, write. Tell them what's inside
A star like you is too bright to hide
Unused passion will surely die
So with every brush stroke you make, make your art come alive 

White walls
White walls
The world is a white wall, 

but you can spark change if you're willing to risk it all.
Now's your time to speak up. You'll fade if you wait for your name to be called.
Artists of the world, tell your stories on the wall.