Sculpted by Time

(Verse 1)

In the clay that yields beneath our hands,

On the sculpture of life where we stand,

Every curve, every line,

Tells a tale of the divine.

(Pre-Chorus)

Feel the clay, feel the mold,

As we shape what time has told,

In the sculptor’s gentle sway,

In the masterpiece of our day.

(Chorus)

Oh, sculpted by time, we mold,

With every touch, every fold,

In the beauty that we find,

Through the challenges unkind.

(Verse 2)

From the marble cold to the bronze’s gleam,

In the artist’s vision, a timeless dream,

Through the doubts that cloud the sight,

In the persistence of our fight.

(Pre-Chorus)

Feel the fire, burning bright,

As we carve through the night,

For the art, for the rhyme,

In the rhythm of our time.

(Chorus)

Oh, sculpted by time, we mold,

With every touch, every fold,

In the beauty that we find,

Through the challenges unkind.

(Bridge)

Through the cracks, through the grace,

In the sculptor’s embrace,

Every flaw, every sign,

Is a testament to our design.

(Chorus)

Oh, sculpted by time, we mold,

With every touch, every fold,

In the beauty that we find,

Through the challenges unkind.

(Outro)

In the clay that yields beneath our hands,

On the sculpture of life where we stand,

Every curve, every line,

Tells a tale of the divine.