When I was a boy,
I made you out of clay,
The rain came and there you laid,
Under the golden oak,
The ground no longer warm.
I left you there in the storm.

Out of my window I saw you,
You were alone,
Wanted to cry,
You were frightened,
And wanted to die.

Yet I did nothing,
And I couldn’t find you the following day.

When I was much older,
I built a ship in your honor
You see,
You were strong and steady,
Light and well ready
To take on the world.

Then I saw you grow weaker,
And into the sea you sank deeper,
The waves grew high above you,
Till nothing was left but blue.

Yet I did nothing.
And I couldn’t find you the following day.

When I was a sculptor
I sculpt you out of diamonds.
Why,
Because marble just wouldn’t cut it.
It didn’t shine like you,
Like wise its wasn’t see through

Then the earth shook beneath me,
And I saw,
The ground open beneath you,
And through it you flew.

Yet I did nothing
And I couldn’t find you the following day.

Now I’m an old man,
With a beard as white as snow,
And eyes that no longer glow,
And I built you,
Not of wood or metal but instead,
I rebuilt you in my head.

But my memory is now slipping,
And in the dark I start weeping,
And this light grew brighter,
And the skies grew whiter,

And I found you that night,
Yet I did nothing.




 
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