Hope From Above

This flows and the pro goes one day old i give two fold what i try to behold on this very hard day i try to make hay. Even though i may not say. I try to mould clay to be able to creatively play. A song for u a song for who will try to walk in ma shoe, big feet i have makes it impossible to move. But possible it is as i shove. My feet up and down in a rapid array. The ghost of me is gone. Am now alive as one. Who stands high on the back of the big G.