Tell me, what it is you want me to be
And make of me, what it is you want from me
Paint me, with your magic wand
True illusions that captivate the eye
Brush me with a hint of glory
And a distant hue of fearless strength
Create me, the way you want me to be
With a shade of an obedient nature
And a texture that runs smooth under your fingers
Wash me, with an effortless desire to hold
And a rhythm that beats solely to your heart
Make me, what it is you want to set eyes on
Never seeing the true soul that lies inside of me
Compose me -- the way you want me to be
