This song was performed as a part of my songwriting class. A big thanks to Saki and Naomi for playing guitar and flute respectively.

I wish I could take credit for the lyrics, but they were written by Pearl Buck. I just added music to them.

Lyrics:

The truly creative in any field is no more than this
The truly creative in any field is no more than this
A human creature born abnorm'ly inhumanly sensitive
A human creature born abnorm'ly inhumanly sensitive

Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create, create

He must create, must pour out creation
The truly creative in any field is no more than that
A human creature born abnorm'ly inhumanly sensitive
A human creature born abnormally inhumanly sensitive

To him a touch is a blow
To him a sound is a noise
To him misfortune is tragedy
To him a joy is an ecstasy
To him a friend is a lover
To him a lover is a god
And failure is death

Without the creation
of music, books, or poetry,
or something, anything of meaning
Without all the creating
his breath's cut off from him.
He must create, must pour out creation

By some strange, unknown, inward urgency
he's not really alive unless he's creating.