When your heart turn into stone,
is sinks to the bottom of the ocean,
and you get this silly notion,
That this elixir of life,
will heal the cracks,
in this unbreakable glass,
Like lotion, but potion,
can't cure your sorrow,
can never bring sunrise for tomorrow,
What remain, is not the same,
what change, might be lame,
but it's a start,
for a better heart.
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