Amanda Fagan - The Artist Lyrics

Why does the artist create when they're surrounded by hate
When the world wants them to fail
They find a way to still prevail
They don't want glory or fame
They just want to make a change
Bury a message in their words
In their brush strokes
In their verse

And no one seems to appreciate the beauty, memories, and world they make
The masses think they could be replaced
Yet still, they choose to create

Just like painted statues in Ancient Greece
The sculptors' work told a history
Their legends are still told on TV
So I think there's a chance they'll remember you and me

Back in the Medieval times female artistry was a crime
So women gathered in a room acting out plays for their friend groups
When kings wouldn't meet the needs the artists took to the streets
Renaissance freedom fighters made sure the people were heard

The playwrights, authors, and actors they were laid to rest in a pauper's grave
The kings and cardinals tried to erase them
Yet still, they chose to create

Just like Molière
Neoclassic France hated his plays 'cause he took a stance
Refused a funeral but I studied him in class
So I think there's a chance they'll remember you and me

Art and music was silenced in the World Wars
For generations, creation behind closed doors
They didn't get this far for us to just give up
You never know who your work might touch

Maybe you write a play for a Broadway stage
Or
They dance to your song on their wedding day
Or
You write a poem for someone you appreciate
I think there's a chance somebody remembers
I think there's a chance they'll remember you and me
Do you think maybe they'll remember
I think there's a chance they'll remember you and me