A sparkling diamond I am not,
Though I’m priceless, an iron, I can’t cut,
A sturdy marble I am neither,
For a majestic temple, I cannot shoulder.
You see me as a stone, for like a stone I am frozen,
Trample upon me, I would roll over but I’ll stay even.
But look keenly, closely and you will see,
I’m as scratched and wounded, as anyone would be.
I am a delicate glass; I contain your woe,
I beseech you, stop filling it, for it will overflow,
Your cold hands that shall touch this fargility,
Shall shatter me into pieces of acrimony.
Though I’m priceless, an iron, I can’t cut,
A sturdy marble I am neither,
For a majestic temple, I cannot shoulder.
You see me as a stone, for like a stone I am frozen,
Trample upon me, I would roll over but I’ll stay even.
But look keenly, closely and you will see,
I’m as scratched and wounded, as anyone would be.
I am a delicate glass; I contain your woe,
I beseech you, stop filling it, for it will overflow,
Your cold hands that shall touch this fargility,
Shall shatter me into pieces of acrimony.
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