Beneath the statue of art

I feel so small
The way that it touches the sky
Seems to high for me to hold
In the search for the stairs to the top
You could spend your life
Searching for key to open the lock
And release the beauty inside
I've never been pretty, never been best
Never the first, and never the last
Always the moon, but never the star
Admiring beuty from afar
Beauty so great I cannot stand
Beauty in someone else's hand
Beaty to rise, never to fall
I want to find it in my soul
Wake up beaty, wake up, beast
Kill my doubts, kill my fears
When my creation comes to life
Is when I feel like I'm alive