• Leave with me your heart of stone,
    torn from you whilst you lay prone.
    Carry on your only thoughts,
    the few you've won of battles fought.
    No more tantrums to be cried.
    All those pleasures now denied.
    Your life no more than shallow sand,
    formed from broken parts of land.
    Carry on your only dreams,
    lost all hope, or so it seems.
    Drenched in all your failed tasks,
    Leaving back those many masks.
    Look behind at paths now worn.
    All those promises you'd once sworn.
    How many kept over the years?
    Less than lost through your tears.
    Now on knees you beg for life,
    what's been done through your strife?
    Carried out a life of self,
    other's dreams put on the shelf.
    In who's memory do you dwell?
    Any willing to save you from hell?
    Carry on your worthless soul,
    Burried body left in a hole.
    Your tears stain my hands in filth.
    Cry now, child, your breath is still.
    Denied by heaven, it is too good.
    Denied by Hell, as well it should.
    Rest on lonely lands of naught.
    Reflect on miracles once forgot.
    There is no home for life of self.
    You now rest upon a shelf.