Voice Over: Val Cole

Artists Can’t Die, by John Ganshaw

It is raining now as it was then
The pitter-patter on the roof
Will it never end
Today is a rebirth of the man he is
To leave the past, let a new life begin

All had planned so much for this day
When a devil wished for him to fail and go away
He couldn’t be destroyed by the demons within
This was his chance to prove at last
He alone could bury the past

Satan’s darkness connived for him to be defeated
To destroy his dream and the world he created
The battles he won but the war still lingers
He fought to survive and not succumb to suicide
The time had finally come for him to rise

An easy life was never his to choose but
The devil made sure he was raped and abused
To see him addicted to drugs and booze
He was a warrior to fight what Hades unleashed
To escape from that hell and finally be free

He hadn’t created a collection for over a year
He spent his time wallowing in meth and beer
Given uppers and downers to control his moods
Gossip and rumors were spread about the town
The devil wanted him dead and gone

Deep down he had the confidence to succeed
No need for drugs that a rapist would provide
To believe in himself and refute all the lies
He had proven his strength more than a thousand times
He walked away from the abuse and his will to die

The creativity that lives just behind his eyes
A ninja with a sketchbook and endless drive
Cutting and draping to see a mannequin come alive
A master chef in his own right, the workroom his kitchen
His utensils are scissors, pins, and a utility knife

And on this day the bells of freedom will ring
Guests applaud and then they cheer and sing
A star whose flame was burning out
Was reignited when the rain ceased
and the sun came about
And in the end, all will see
The success this brilliant designer will achieve