Molding Me
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I lay there in the earth
No purpose in this life
Doing nothing in this world
Then you came along
You saw potential in me
You took me to your potter
You had to be rough on me
Your touch was to teach me
Then with a gentle guiding hand
You molded me into something
You made me into something to be proud of
I was nothing but you made me something
You made me beautiful
You made me
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