The Chisel

Chisel bites, marble yields, The symphony of grit and steel. Sweat paints my brow, A testament to the toil, The labour that births beauty from the stone. Yeah, it’s hard work, this crafting, This sculpting, this… transformation. But out of the chaos, a form takes flight, A vision born of pain, a masterpiece in the light. The world outside A blur of noise, A rat race, a frenzy, But here, in this sacred space, My heart finds its rhythm, My soul finds its peace. Hammer falls, dust flies, A melody of measured blows. In my tired eyes, a spark ignites The joy of creation, the fire that never dies. This is more than just stone, This is a story, A testament to hours spent, Sweat and tears, and blood that’s been spent. This is the joy of work! The purpose that drives us, The fire that burns within, And makes our lives worth living! So get your hands dirty, Embrace the struggle, The toil, and the pain, Because in the midst of it all, You’ll find the joy that makes life real.