"She's so pure and clear that I can see her heart
It bleeds no more since turning to stone"
These lines stood out for me. So sad and the imagery was beautiful.
"There are tears on her cheeks
Words on her lips
Thorns on her weak flesh
But no blood in her face"
I love this stanza. I can easily picture a pale face, with tears on her cheeks and the longing to be heard..