Separate it from my chest,
throw it down, and do your best.
Crush it, break it, make it hurt,
it is yours, do what works.
Deprive it, leave it, forget its there,
keep it sheltered, or leave it bare.
It is yours, do what you will,
love it, or abuse it, you can create, or kill.
Tenderly put it back in place,
stitch it in with love and grace.
It is your, it beats for you,
so love it, cherish it and to it be true.
Heal the wounds and relieve the pain,
treasure it, adore it, let tears fall like rain.
You can fix it up, and put it to good use,
or keep up the games and continue the abuse.
It is yours to hold so dear,
through thick and thin, I stay here.
