In her hands and far from the eyes of mere mortal men
She crafts a friend
To begin again
Eyes of Jasper to see what the soul hides
Ears of elm to listen to the wind
Lips of Sapphire, harsh words do not fade fast
A heart of silver, neither pure nor bitter
Legs of iron, to stand on their own two feet
Arms of steel, shoulders of brass
A friend to have and hold
Backbone made of gold
Support for the soul
What she made was herself
Neither bitter nor bold
Calm and simple like the maker to its mold
