Beautiful Things Humble Places

[Verse 1]
Every stroke and every line, painted with a dream,
In galleries of thoughts, nothing’s ever as it seems.
For the perfect viewer, we chase our hearts’ desire,
But oh, that flawless soul, seems to be lost in fire.
Lucky are the ones who see beauty in the small,
In the humble places, they find treasures after all.

[Chorus]
Art is anything you frame, in your heart or in your hand,
Transforming the ordinary, it helps us understand.
The world spins isometric, but we view it in delight,
Through the lens of our existence, colors shine so bright.

[Verse 2]
In alleyways of whispers, amidst the hidden grace,
Every piece of life, becomes a glowing space.
We run away in colors, without leaving where we stand,
Art’s a journey of discovery, it leads us by the hand.
The canvas tells a story that our spirits once were told,
Unraveling the secrets, each emotion turns to gold.

[Chorus]
Art is anything you frame, in your heart or in your hand,
Transforming the ordinary, it helps us understand.
The world spins isometric, but we view it in delight,
Through the lens of our existence, colors shine so bright.

[Bridge]
In every heartbeat, every glance, we blend our hopes and dreams,
Art becomes the language where the love within us gleams.
Though the perfect viewer might never come to be,
Lucky souls will find the beauty in simplicity.

[Chorus]
Art is anything you frame, in your heart or in your hand,
Transforming the ordinary, it helps us understand.
The world spins isometric, but we view it in delight,
Through the lens of our existence, colors shine so bright.

[Outro]
So let’s embrace the canvas and dance with every shade,
In the spirit of creation, no moment goes to waste.
Art’s a way of running away, while staying close to home,
In every glimpse of wonder, we’ll never be alone.