Warm

The thought of you makes me soothed I am peaceful when I sit with you, in your presence even when the valley clings to me Living a borrowed life is a vain idea Thinking that you come into my life just to leave is a vain idea Look the footprints we place no matter how small impact either for the good or bad knowing you as the potter Let me be your perfect Clay and I'll live life only to satisfy you I'm on duty and will rest in you.