Oh, you of lonely origin
Of blood and death and pain
They made you what you are – a sin
But still your heart remains
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They call you cold, they call you hard
Monster is your name
Your soul became a thousand shards
That still reflect your deepest shame
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Around your heart, a thorny shield
And secrets held within
Your mem'ries and your soul are sealed
But what you are is found beneath your sin
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One day, you will shatter
Then who'll be there to take your place?
Who'll be there when the sand will scatter?
Who'll be there to cry for you? Who will touch your face?
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Whose tears will stain your sand?
Whose
blood will bring you back?
Let in the one who'll take a stand
Who'll save you from your heart of black?
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I'm too lazy to put in punctuation. Anyway, this isn't that great - there are some really awkward lines - but I sort of like it anyway. Ah, well. Oh, and the lines are to separate stanzas.