When I took up the face,
These hands had crafted
And molded
I knew it was yours I had made.
You offered your name,
In a time of question,
I took it,
So it would never fade.
I crafted and molded
Sweet curves to your face
And made the changes
you offered me.
Now to know the things
Which you'd done before,
Let look at my past,
Yours, let me see.