[Verse 1] The morning hums through open frames, Wood dust swirls in golden haze. Every sound’s a song I keep, Every mark a promise deep. I carve the world the way it feels, Not how it looks, but how it heals. [Chorus] Hands in the clay, I find my way, Shape the hurt, smooth the fray. The valley talks in lines and tone, And I build a life from what’s unknown. Hands in the clay, come what may, Every crack lets in the day. [Verse 2] Shane’s old boots by the river bend, Heavy steps that start again. Sebastian’s rain — I caught that hue, Pressed it deep till the sky shone through. Penny’s books, their corners curled, Hold up the weight of gentler worlds. [Chorus] Hands in the clay, I find my way, Shape the hurt, smooth the fray. The valley talks in lines and tone, And I build a life from what’s unknown. Hands in the clay, come what may, Every crack lets in the day. [Bridge] Emily’s threads weave through my dreams, Colors softer than they seem. Even the storm leaves silver trails, Proof that beauty never fails. [Final Chorus / Outro] Hands in the clay, and I’m still here, Molding truth from what appears. If the world forgets my name, It’ll find me written in the grain. Hands in the clay — it’s how I pray, And how I stay.
