WE are clay

clay carved by our beliefes 

our surroundings

the hills we climb

the refusal to crack

the things this year that carved my clay 

that hacked away

My grandpas last day

A girls life being thrown away

saying over and over and over...I will be ok

these are the things that carved my clay

hard times are comeing and they hit again and again

but we will jump in the kiln

we cook but not to glass

because after this last year we won't break

no matter how much they hack