Thursday, 22 November 2012

Breathing Life Into Clay

And though it be constant
Isn't it strange
This process of Living
Seems all about change

Opportunities arriving
Too early ... too late
Leaving us stranded
Just beyond Heaven's gate

Heavy souls weighted down
With the dust of habit's fate
Naked souls riding high
Caring not, what lies in wait

Every soul a living story
Breath of life into clay
Oh! All those smiles and tears
That can not melt one word away

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