Dust in the air
Glaze creating a glare.

Little store right off the square,
If only they would care.

We could live our lives in peace
We could live our lives with happiness
We could live our lives with art.

Little store full of ceramics galore 
Where we create for days 
And sell to the poor. 

We don't live for the money,
we don't live for anybody.

We live for the world,
Which is what is preferred.