[Intro]
Wheel hums at dawn.
[Verse]
In the quiet studio, clay under their hands,
They dream of a chart-topper to save their land.
[Verse]
A rival potter flashes flashy glazes, stealing the light,
Yet steady hands keep molding through the night.
[Chorus]
Sing it through the glaze
Mugs rise, brave and bright
[Chorus]
Sing it through the glaze
Mugs rise, brave and bright
[Outro]
Hope pours from every cup, one brave kiln-light.