Those cruel and lonely
Streets of life,
I found that piece of clay thrown
On the floor,
So I took it
I tried to reshape it, reform it
And in a few days I was done
With the clay girl
A puppet, a doll
And maybe a friend
I kept talking to it
I told her about my story
But there was always no answer
So one day, I screamed at her face:
"Why don't you ever answer?
Don't you have a brain??"
"A brain??
What s the meaning of a brain?” she asked
I called her my only friend
I taught her how to say yes
And how to say no,
How to think
And even how to breathe
How to sing, how to dance
And how to seem as a human
And one day I heard it beating
So I told myself it must be her heart
Beating and beating
As to say and express
How much she loves me,
Being grateful for what I've done
But I didn't know it was
The clock of time
I called her my only friend
And she was actually my daughter
I thought I could make her
Heart beat
But I was too idiot to forget
That she has no heart,
No brain
And no feelings
I introduced her to people
She was afraid at first
But I just said to myself
That there's no impossible in this life
So I taught her this too
And suddenly,
The dumb piece of clay
Left me in the middle of the way
Said no
The heartless piece of clay
Claimed I'm not the kind of friend
She needs
I cried…
But it's my entire fault,
Thinking that a piece of clay
Would have a heart.
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