Imagine the world like a canvas,
The sketch made ready and the paint mixed,
A slight mistake and the work is marred.
We the artists mourn over our masterpiece,
We cry out and wish,
Praying for a miracle.
It comes with the magic pencil.
The marred work is corrected,
All our mistakes erased away,
Made whole once again.
Sketched and penciled back,
The master piece restored.
