You cannot change me, and burn me, and stain my skin
And sign your name at the bottom
And claim me as yours.
I am not your masterpiece.
I am not a masterpiece.
You cannot leave me hanging on the wall
And admire me from afar.
Steal me, hold me, break me out of this museum.
I am not a masterpiece.
I am a work of art.
You cannot replace me, for there is only one.
He has molded me, shaded me, and loved me.
I am ever-changing, I am His.
I am a work of art.