Carefully construct statues of remorse,
vintage marble, and the sweat of true art.
Look up, look down,  let life take its true course
and if you're lucky it won't fall apart.

Maybe a willow or a nice bluebird
will sing its way into the stone you carve.
You might be famous, your voice shall be heard.
With art the heart can never really starve.

I might lie so take my words with some salt.
If you die alone know it's not my fault.