I am the marble
Yes, I am the stone.
Crack my sides and
Chisel my bones.
Put me through the process,
Make my body real.
Knock off the dust
From your pottery wheel.

I am the marble,
I am the stone.
I’ve seen you struggle through mad midnights, alone.

Bring me your hopelessness, sing me your song
Give me two lips,
And I’ll sing along.

I am the plaster,
I am the clay,
You be the master, I’ll be what you say.
If you have the skill, and the time to give,
Strike with the chisel.
Let me live.