....It was the day i saw life blossom something triggered in my *****, 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........