Heart of Stone

January 23, 2015

The world keeps on changing,

It keeps on reminding me,

To change my heart to stone.

But as my tears fall down my cheeks,

This sort of hope,

Surfaces in my mind.

I just can’t sadly have,

a heart made of stone.

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