....It was the day i saw life blossom
something triggered in my bosom,
I always wondered the subtle selection
was it me or some natural connection,
What was longing what was hope
it was so hard to cope,
What was high and what was low
i never knew where i had to go.....
......Then it transpired when i started to flow
i could not believe what it had to show,
There was a road but nowhere to go
there was a play but how to say,
A man made of clay
covered in the shades of grey
he was looking for the shining day
a word, a feeling or a wish to pray.....
I know you want me to say
but i would'nt be here if i was to say...
So it was only.....
to be or to witness the Man of clay....
to be or to witness the Man of clay.....
to be or to witness the Man of clay........