These days are passing over me
At the speed of light
And standing here in their shadows
I'm silenced at the sight
Like water on the wind I sense the change to come
All that I've held in like teardrops run
I am clay and I am water
Falling forward in this order
While the world spins 'round so fast
Slowly I'm becoming who I am
Nothing ever stays the same
The wheel will always turn
I feel the fire in the change
But somehow it doesn't burn
Like a beggar blessed I stumble into grace
Reaching out my hand for what awaits
I am clay and I am water
Falling forward in this order
While the world spins 'round so fast
Slowly I'm becoming who I am
~Margaret Becker
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