Something about an author who starts with ever after
And turns the pages backwards as He writes
Most would call Him foolish such eccentric methods
Leaving all His critics wondering why
But the master story teller already knows how each mystery develops
He starts with the end in mind
Past the last chapter before the first line
The characters don't have to worry of uncertain things
He sees how the battle ends
The dragon is slain before He picks up His pen
A man of such brilliance is certainly one of a kind
He starts with the end in mind
Something about a sculptor who knows the stones potential
Before the mallet calluses His hand
Others would judge His madness
Such peculiar tactics simple minds could never understand
That the wielder of the chisel
Can see a map inside a flawed piece of marble
He starts with the end in mind
Polished the statue before it's designed
The monument doesn't shed tears over what's chipped away
What's chipped away
Naming it more than a rock
The figure is free before it's cut from the rock
A man of such vision is certainly one of a kind
He starts with the end in mind
Something about a Father who names His sons and daughters
Before the dust is ordered "let there be"
"let there be"
Many often question unexplained behavior
Having eyes and yet they cannot see
That the keeper of the secrets
Knows their fears before they ever think to feel them
He starts with the end in mind
Past the last chapter before the first line
The characters don't have to worry of uncertain fate
He sees how the battle ends
Sees how the battle ends
The dragon was slain before He picked up His pen
His glorious brilliance is certainly one of a kind
He starts with the end in mind
Something about an author
Something about a sculptor
Something about a Father
He starts with the end in mind