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.