What was once a precious gem, handed down for generations,
was something to be treasured, but keeping with these
modern times is now a stone, a rock, a diamond.
Whose strength surpassed a steel blade.
Not to worry, a diamond will never break.
Not to worry, a diamond will never crack.
Not to worry, a diamond will never split.
It will, it will, it will sustain.
Eventually the stone cast a glance,
which cuts glass and ties and flesh.
The dust chokes out the sparkle.
What holds me here is my love for you.
What holds me back is that I don't trust you with my soul,
and the sparkle is gone.
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