What have we made of our lives?
What is the shape of my life?
Have all the edges been torn
Am I old or reborn?
What is the shape of my life?
Who can shape a lifetime?
How many hands have shaped mine?
Whose caress brings life?
Whose touch brings death?
When all that I love, slips through my fingers
Can I shape a future with these hands?
We carve and we scrape
We smooth and we shape each other
Yes, we shape each other
And sometimes we cut and we tear to reveal things
And the scars that grow back have no feelings
And we seek out pain trying to remain
The same cold crafted likeness
Someone's work of art
Can't we draft in rightness
Each cell, part by part?
And start?
And start
To live life
Nothing more, just live life
Like before my hands turned us to clay, waiting
I will not let this shape my life
A life that's mine to make with my dreams and tears
And secret longings
Can I shape my life?
Shape my own life?
Shape one precious life?
