A stumbling block and a heart of clay
Makes for the brightest colours in a sea of grey
A heart that loves in spite of it's brokenness
A child that hopes in spite of life's hopelessness

We grasp to things that don't make sense to us
We let in the things that so easily unravel us

but we're okay

We're defeated and broken and down.

But we're okay

Sometimes it's because we have to be
And sometimes we just are
Sometimes we're killed by the uncertainty
And sometimes we're not

We love to live and live to love
but we hurt and cry
Holding on to hope like a crutch

Always out but never out of touch

But that's the beauty
When we find ourselves
And life does not let up

When our hearts of clay are broken but the pieces are not lost

**Joshua Vittachi ©