the lord god says, you are made of clay.
but with an innocent start
you do not know clay is made to decay.
the lord god says, you are not here to stay.
you laugh. you say, I will master the art,
not bothered body is made of clay.
time goes, shorter by the day.
you cringe, you talk to the lord god, heart to heart.
now you think, maybe clay is made to decay.
soon you will be on your way
but still, with a stubborn smile, you play the part.
no matter you are made of clay.
still have dreams and plans and hopes, you pray
not ready yet to depart.
oh yes, now you know clay is made to decay.
the lord god laughs, time always comes to pay.
you faint of heart,
should remember you are made of clay
and clay is made to decay.
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