No matter how much time
I spend chiseling the perfect piece
For the divine heavens above,
Will it ever be enough for them?
Even if I'm sweating from every pore,
Even if I'm caked in marbled dust head to toe,
Even if I'm so excited for the finished piece,
Would that be enough for them?
Even if I painstakingly carved every piece of detail,
Even if I paid attention to the small things,
Even though I'm only human and will make mistakes,
Could it ever be enough for them?
No matter my sweat, my tears, the blood I've split,
I'm just like any other human, aren't I?
Despite all my hard work, despite it all,
I'm descipable, aren't I?
Unable to recreate divinity,
The artist is cast from heaven
And forced to find his way alone again,
Find a way to make the perfect piece