We made our pots to catch
God’s Sunshine
with life’s fleeting currants
the heart’s desire is to dance
Drifting in semi straight lines
Maybe we’d crash
maybe we’ll fly
yet dashing through each frame
gazing straight into the sun
We made our pots to catch
God’s Sunshine
with life’s fleeting currants
the heart’s desire is to dance
Drifting in semi straight lines
Maybe we’d crash
maybe we’ll fly
yet dashing through each frame
gazing straight into the sun