Sketch Art

One day I dreamed of an angel
Descended through the night sky
Told that I was carrying a child
He would like a flesh start

Turns out when he landed here
He forgot his divinity

This world changes us
We're full of doubt and fear
We always wait for a savior
To guide us out of here

We dive deep and we fly high
Making excuses to die
We dive deep and we fly high
Making excuses to die

We are broken clay sculptures
In some attic like discarded artwork
Trapped in the frames, we pray for
Someone to make the canvas tear
Or set fire to all gallery

We dive deep and we fly high
Making excuses to die
We dive deep and we fly high
Making excuses to die

We are broken clay sculptures
In some attic like discarded artwork
Trapped in the frames, we pray for
The observer make the canvas mean