This is a new song of mine. I thought that I might share the lyrics with you guys. Molded by idle hands I see the shadow I am become Shaken by an idle grasp Fashioned by everyone In your field of senses Your days into the soil sink You are not the real thing At least not how you think Molded by our hands everyday Sometimes we all wear faces of clay Wandering on unknown grasses with a blindfold on your eyes Chasing some unreal dream While trying to mold a smile You look always But you never see Everything you blamed on others, You've become these things Happening today like yesterday Mold yourself another face in the clay Molded by our hands everyday Sometimes we all wear faces of clay. There it is. This turned out to be a cool song, and I should have it online before long. Enjoy... Later, Ben.
