Build Me

Sat, 06/01/2013 - 16:16 -- Myther

temper me like steel
burn me with your fire
all the trials
all the fears
melt me as if wax
reshape me as if glass
build me from the start
mold me as if clay
chisel as if rock
tear me down
if you must
but don't forget
you will need to make me again
tall and strong
proud and wise
kind
with twinkling eyes
make me as a piece of art
but through all this
remember
that even if there is beauty
and a kindly, loving soul
it is for nought
if I am built unsound
with room enough to echo
or no place to store
the brain and heart

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