I lived in their world of black and white
Where bad dreams blocked out all the light
Even monstrous creatures have their worth
I drew them all and gave them birth
For in my mind I am their mother
I drew them all in glowing colour
With pen and ink their colour flowing
Am I God?
What right have I to claim such power?
Or to stand atop my ivory tower
I’m just a child shaped like clay
This is my home and here I’ll stay
But in my thoughts I have more worth
Than a child unloved who lives on Earth…