The Clay

A doctor or the lost and found Can’t heal my heart Or remove this frown Find my wondering Muse When everything’s upside down Even hands can hurt On a spinning wheel going round I need some hope A scribble in the sand Sweat in the mud Someone to understand The rhyme in the chaos That I’m more than this lack See a light in total darkness Maybe belief can bring me back Cause all feeling is gone Has it died or run away Am I a ghost or still a man Will love rise again one day Am I walking to you or nowhere Can I even ever know it If there’s beauty in the dirt Could a poet somehow show it I need some hope A scribble in the sand Sweat in the mud Someone to understand The rhyme in the chaos That I’m more than this lack See a light in total darkness Maybe belief can bring me back Can you feel my wilderness Without a sound I’m calling you Tangled thoughts lost in the wind Are any of them getting through Taste my echo.. feel my heart Can you see when I can’t say Wondering soul.. so far gone Only the potter remakes the clay ~Lyric Man Note: This song is philosophical. This guy has been reduced, to what feels like, a clump of worthless clay. But in the right hands, with belief, beauty can come from brokenness. He’s desperate for a poetic potter. For someone to still believe in him when there’s no visible reason to. This song is a shot in the dark, a cry for help from a guy who has lost his way and the belief he can “fix” himself. I think he also visions that romantic scene from the movie, “Ghost” with the guy and gal reshaping the clay on a spinning wheel.