The artist born ahead of his time br Will see no reward, no glory, no fame br Alone with his demons br He wrestles to the death. br br Van Gogh was br One br They said a madman a lunatic no doubt br Only brother Theo could glimpse br Who he was br And brother love pulled br Spirit through fire br With paint, brushes a kind word and a coin or two br Young Vincent held on br Compelled br To see the dying of the world br Sweating in the fields hot burning sun hour upon hour br Sunflowers explode br Life’s mad beauty br The trees are alive and stars shake the heavens br Awake br Sleeping fools br Put out your eyes and see! br Cut off your ears and hear! br br In a tiny room br Alone br Poor, dirty wretch br Light slips through the door br Unnoticed br All that love br Rejected br All that blood poured out br On canvas. br br The artist born ahead of his time br Must die ahead of his time too. br br Starry, starry wonderful night br Life and death are the stuff of dreams br It is painted ‘cross the sky br Light years ago br A star burned out br Far, far away br And only now br After millions of years br And millions of miles br That dying light br Finally br br Reaches our eyes.