my tears sing songs of mourning. 
my eyes tell stories of sorrow. 
my soul tells a tale never ending. 
my heart yearns for the joy of tomorrow. 

this heart you think made of stone is my protection and
leaves me on my own. 
trying to mend these broken pieces has left me cut and
bleeding. 
stone cold my heart molds. 

my blood flows through streams of melancholy. 
my emotions experienced in the center of the storms. 
my thoughts vindicated in the presence of my Lord.