I.
The time is coming closer; I must make up my mind.
Do I give up what I make, or take what I can find?
Dust off old emotions: here's the human way.
If I take this cross on high, will my spirit deem to stay?
Refrain:
Brought by sound on into a fading night--
if a kiln calls the same as human souls.
From the fire, I am dragged into this life--
Earthenware in the shape of a man made whole.
II.
Cast, I'm only hollow; live, I am insane.
Here's the question that I'll ask: which feels the lesser pain?
Add a sense of wonder, or a sense of pride--
Neither seems to fill the space; I'll just let you decide.
Refrain:
Brought by sound on into a fading night--
if a kiln calls the same as human souls.
From the fire, I am dragged into this life--
Earthenware in the shape of man made whole.
Submission Name: Earthenware
