the crossroad is a memory away

and now the journey is the only way

would i lose it to refind it

lose it to refine it

sometimes it stings;

the knowledge that 

at the end of the day

i'm still clay

there to be made nothing

when i figure i've became something

to form teetering shapes 

tottering towers

Holy water-holding vases

for thirsty, pained faces

we're hardened, but we're breakable

we go through fires, fire after fire

when it all ends, who can, who will say

if i'm what i hoped to be, on that distant day

would I lose you, to find the real You

lose me, to refine the aged me

or are things what they seem to be

but blurred through wide awake eyes

don't let me lose You

but let me release me

let me find myself

in You