Were you in the skillful hands of the potter
being shaped and gently molded
as the wheel of life turned slowly
a tragedy unfolded
the image the potter created
took on a different shape
robbed of its first intention
the vessel begin to break
it cracked under false pretense
hurts, wounds and scars
left with no defense
left with no holds barred
tossed within a discarded a pile
helpless, abandoned
a wounded child
but the potter stumbled
upon its remains
then put the vessel on its wheel again
gently, carefully
melting it down
The potter spoke these words out loud
who broke you
cracked you, messed you up?
left you ruined amongst this stuff
I broke you first
but the plan was divine
they broke you again
but the plan is still mine
I still have the blueprint
you're still in my hand
and though you have been broken
I'll make you over again