A woman Who has been turned into clay, Eventually dries And becomes hard, cold and She won't be molded Any longer. Don't throw her Out the window because She refuses to take The shape you Wish she were. Decorate her with the Colors of faithfulness, Love and acceptance. She will continue to be Unmoldable, But she will take an all new Shape, One she is proud of, And her warmth will Glow through out the night.