The hands that mold us like we were clay, 
   and make us what we are today. 
Just like sifting through the ocean sands, 
   our lives are formed by molding hands. 
 
Hands creating a work of art, 
don’t rush things,  as they do their part. 
Let the hands mold you as they may, 
a work of art from a hunk of clay. 
 
Formed completely by hands that mold, 
giving life to a soul that’s cold. 
Enjoy your life the best you can, 
whether molded woman or man.