The thundering, hammering pinpricks.
I am loved under the hand, just sew.
I take the hits and keep moving forward,
There is no choice.
We turn corners together –
His hands and my sides.
Screaming in pain I am drowned out
By the machines squealing whirk.
The Master shapes me,
I don’t understand,
But I wait and persist.
I do not break.
I still exist.
More beautiful, more useful
Than ever before.
(Only link I could find to hear it online)