Your figurine

Invert the colors, invert me
Craft me out from the woody tree
I will be your figurine

Pure and steady
Strong and sturdy
Fight the sickness and lean on me

Hug on me when you need some clarity
Kiss on me when the wind blows strongly
Ride on me I will show you the mystery
Look at me and stop denying
Shed your blood and drip on me
Give me life and talk to me

Your next need not be me
You can do it, do not feel defeat
No one believes but I believe
You are the best you do not see
At least you heal a wounded me

For you I'll be glad to be a figurine