i am broken up
just a defected piece of clay
waiting to just be molded;
please mold me as you may...
place me into the palm of your hand
smooth out the defected parts
smooth out the insides of my soul
smooth out my damaged heart...
i am waiting and longing
pleading for restoration!
mold me, beautify me
even at the cost of isolation...
allow me to be your work of art
draw my defects all away
mold me into something beautiful
for i am nothing more, nothing less
than just a piece of clay...