Michelangelo

I read a book, such a wonderful book
Which moved me so much that I undertook
To live my life like the man in the book

Working and working and working and working
My pleasures weren't even a few
Working and working and working and working
But only in sleep did i see it come true

Stay in your book, dreamers
Don't take a look for you'll see
Michaelangelo

Why should it be that man such as me
Who cared not for money and fame
Shouldn't be rich with god's natural gifts
To have something to show at the end of life's game?

Stay in your book, dreamers
Don't take a look for you'll see
Michaelangelo

Seems I must suffer my work
What can I do?
The love of my life never take to the church
But if it will glow like the sun children grow
Then the mind of it my name
Shall have lived not in vain

Stay in your book, dreamers
Don't take a look for you'll see
Michaelangelo