Clay

Shaken and bruised,
All that's left of you
Are the pieces that you never quite could lose.
Out on your own,
All you wanted was to be alone.
But your mind keeps buying lies your heart can't own.

And someday really meant to make its way to where you are,
But in the rush and static of the day it seemed too far.

And so you wait
For wicks of hope to flame.
But that fire is the one thing you can't tame.
When colors fade
Did your blue skies change
Or did they just forget their colors on the way

And someday really meant to make its way to where you are,
But in the rush and static of the day it seemed too far.
We'll start again when the flowers that you kept for dreary days
Through the broken heart of winter on wings of color fly away
We'll begin once more where all is either faded or forgotten--
Not forgotten, just unable to be known.