There used to be a time when I was quiet,
my eyes always seemed dry
and my heart appeared coldly trained by you.
But my strong heart kept beating,
and my eyes remained looking at your pathetic lonely life
until I figured out that you could never break me
because I was worthy of so much more than you will ever be.
You thought your chains were wrapped so tight
that I would never be able to escape,
yet here I am dancing free without them,
singing that the scars don't hurt!
A smile often creeps onto my face,
wondering how anguishing the pain is
to know that your fire-proof chain has withered
and you can't break the door to my new heart.
Do you ever stop and think of WHAT you are?
Does it hurt you to know that there will be no sadness at your wake,
but tears of joy at your death?
There will be no "I miss you" whispered by your grave;
no remembrance day for you.
You are a lonely man with a heart of stone,
and you will be the loneliest man in the cemetery
buried beneath weeds overgrown.
