Текст песни
The world is fast becoming younger
The news is all they've ever known
They've seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger
How will they choose when they are grown
What do you tell forever's children
When it's their turn to hurt and heal
Whatever spins a grim tornado
Can also turn a potter's wheel
Take a little clay, put it on a wheel
Get a little hint how God must feel
Give a little turn, listen to it spin
Make it in the shape you want it in
Tell with your life the bloody story
Teach to their dreams, not burning steel
It's not in bombs where lies the glory
But in what's shattered on the field
The potter's wheel takes love and caring
Skill and patience, fast and slow
The works it makes are easily broken
Once they survive the potter's throw
Take a little clay, put it on a wheel
Get a little hint how God must feel
Give a little turn, listen to it spin
Make it in the shape you want it in
Someday some children will be digging
In some long forgotten ground
And they'll find our civilization
Or what's left of it to be found
They'll find the weapons of destruction
But buried deeper in the hole
They'll find a message in a box
In the sand, the potter's bowl
Take a little clay, put it on a wheel
Get a little hint how God must feel
Give a little turn, listen to it spin
Make it in the shape you want it in
Take a little clay, put it on a wheel
Get a little hint how God must feel
Give a little turn, listen to it spin
Make it in the shape you want it in
Earth and water and wind conspire
With human hands and love and fire
Take a little clay, put it on a wheel
Get a little hint how God must feel
Give a little turn, listen to it spin
Make it in the shape you want it in