Part I

A sensitive heart is such a beautiful thing

It calls to you, for it can do no other

Yet that very beauty can be a fearsome god

It's essence caustically pure and untamed

Part II

How many of these dear hearts battered and bruised

retreat from misguided slings and arrows

How many of you, dear friends, momentarily blind

sacrifice their blood red love for fleeting comfort

Part III

Stone cold and rough

Silent and dark

Our inheritance

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