Mold Me How You Will

Standing here, no more fear

Mold us now, much to allow

Be what we are, or be what we may

In life, at times, it feels a bit gray

Vulnerable, but also hidden

March on, past lands, forbidden

Command, demand, and depart

Rising resilience, before we start

Defining factor, not skin deep

As tea leaves soak, so we seep

Marked for mission and calling

Speaking up, never to be stonewalling

Drafted, crafted, and robotic

Filing through life, chaotic

Foiled fools, brainwashed schools

We are unique and stunning

Hearts drumming, as we're running

Dodging bullets from those we least expect

Rest of life, recovering from such wreck