We mold the words like sculptor's clay.
Arranging thoughts that cross the mind.
We trust the bond of heart and soul
and follow these dear instincts blind.
The parchment 'waits the artist's quill.
We mold the words like sculptor's clay.
Attention paid to depth beheld,
the precious worth of what they'll say.
Creations built without design.
Imagination guides alone.
We mold the words like sculptor's clay.
The heights of something yet unknown.
In sweet accord through stunning grace,
what wonders my thoughts might display.
Beneath uncharted destinies
we mold the words like sculptor's clay.
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