Blue Stone
Tough is the trick
But then you're alone.
Violins play,
their strings scream
not the sort of way
thats played in a dream
Twining, squealing together
One by one
I don't know whether
That is how it should be done.
It is not right
Harsh reality
gave me a fright
their should be fraility
and light; pure and simple
like cherubs wings
innocent like a dimple
and other cute things
Don't cast them away
Place them behind bars
They need to come out one day
so open the sealed tight jars
As sweet as a child
It blossoms and grows
Don't constrict or let it run wild
Don't give a low blow
Its in a cage
under your chest
You need to engage
Not put it to rest
Let you be pure
Stop acting hard
Let you be free
You are not on guard
Everybody has one
a sweet child
So let it run free
Thats when you'll smile
It started with do you remember...
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