Clay

There you go...


Don't matter what you think

Don't matter what you say

Those with dead hearts 

Don't ask them to stay


They forget we're all clay

Tame the beasts inside

Before hunter becomes pray

Before it all does decay


We are the ones astray

It is us who must obey

That higher purpose

The self you must slay


For there is life in death

of ego, of selfish hunger

Empty the tangled heart 

for love to make way 

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