Craft it out of clay
Mould it to the bone
Give it room to breathe and move
Let it feel the groove
Set it on a high
Sturdy from the spine
Have the legs go weak
Havoc in mind will be
Switch the lights down low
Dim the inner glow
Hearts will break
Make no mistake
Can't do that
You must be fake
Coming round again
You learn
Adapt
Walk the path
Trip or fall
Hands and knees to crawl
Directions gone a way
Found a needle in the hay
Stack it up once more
Rolling
laughing
crying
on the floor
Open another door
Need a rest
Silence the roar
Drift far out
Ashore
Surrender to the source
Here's a boat I'll steer the course
Oh no waves crashing rocking core
Easing up
Grateful for this rapport