My See-Thru Heart of Clay
A man of grey
lives in the world today
and he holds a secret
He keeps it close
safe near it's host
his see-thru heart of clay
Fired in the furnace
polished and burnished
with it's bright red coat of glaze
If you hold it up right
and peer thru the light
the world seems almost ok
Happy and carefree
or so it seems to me
till you notice the fray
The bits and pieces
the fracture increases
it gives the repairs away
He didn't hold on tight
and it wasn't always right
and sometimes it had it's way
Leaping too soon
his heart carried the tune
and jumped to unhearing women
Saw his love discarded
unheard and disregarded
much to his heart's dismay
He drops to the ground
frantically groping around
trying to save the day
He winces at the sound
of it breaking on the ground
his see-thru heart of clay
He knows what to do
reaches for the jar of glue
to mend it once again
He grips it tight
it sets thru the night
and it almost seems ok
He tries to use more care
a perfect heart it seems is rare
and his has seen some changes
He's kept it on his sleeve
not as safe as you'd believe
and sometimes it got broken
He's kept it locked away
his see-thru heart of clay
and it strained at the treatment
Wishing to be free
wanting the world to see
the colors that it reflected
He holds it up high
so the light catches the eye
revealing all his inner feelings
All the fears and the worries
all the love and the stories
everything that he has to give
You see I am the man of grey
that lives in the world today
and I hold a secret
I have something here
a treasure that I hold dear
wouldn't you like to see it
I'll reveal it to you this one time
so you can hear it's shining rhyme
this is what I have to show you
my secret heart
my imperfect heart
My see-thru heart of clay
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