Some thoughtless person has it 
I suppose they think they can 
Adopt my life or my style 
Really so senseless, it's no use to them. 

A kinship I believed within the artist's world 
Why then would they take away my notions? 
My reflections, the works of my Mum 
What did I do to deserve this violation? 

Two years of work irreplaceable 
Precious thoughts, I can't think again 
Why would they want to take it? 
My thoughts in it don't relate to them. 

The first two years of studio life 
All the learning, to get me where I am 
In another's hand now, all my secrets 
They now know, of what I feel inside. 

Please, just give it back. I need it 
Return it and I won't say a word 
Place it from where you took it. I promise 
I have no need to know, who YOU are! 

 © April 22. 1999