The Art We Make

Patch the moon with paper mâché
and cover the stars in foil today
Draw a rainbow in the clouds
once you get your markers out

Art has class and so do you
Let us cut this afternoon
Sew the heartache in a pattern new
and let creativity take us through

Shape the clay of sculpted words
Scrape the paint into birds
Edit this picture of a life gone by
until it captures you and eye

For we are not just pent-up slaves
trapped in someone else's ways
We are the music of the art we make
and nothing we craft is a mistake