I’ve been thinking about this critic thing
I’ve looked from every side.
Of course it might have some good points
With those who be not tied
By the weight of having no self-worth.
But those who through this suffer
May be flattened by one word
From a sister or a brother.
A good few helpful words it seems
Might help some people out.
But know you well that criticism
May also breed self-doubt
In those who’ve spent their whole damned lives
In building some self-worth
Some folk write their poor hearts out
To bring a poem to birth.
And I, who once did lack self-worth
I know how others feel.
So If I do not like a piece
I make it no big deal.
I just won’t say nothing at all
That’s not so hard for me
And then there be no damage done
Through a poets misery
They told Bob Dylan he couldn’t write
They said he got it wrong.
He made it first on the hundred list
He was worshipped by the throng
He changed the face of music
I saw it come about
So when you hear these experts talk
It’s they you have to doubt.
How many artists have we lost?
Because of thoughtless words
Telling them they’d got it wrong
Till all their minds were blurred.
How much talent slipped us by
By opinions course and loud?
Because they lacked self-worth real bad
And fell to the critic crowd.
If one should ask for criticism
Well that be fair enough
But if they don’t, just pass them by
Cause it makes it goddamned tough
When somethings written from the heart
Then someone crushes it.
A little bit of kindness shown
It wouldn’t hurt a bit.