Alchemy
Is it a gift?
Or is it a curse?
Questions I can't answer
Fumbling mortals
Who think they are Gods
Because of a single
Blood-soaked stone
Give and take
You call it 'equivalent exchange'
I call it life
All of us play a part
The stone promised power,
Eternal life, even riches
But can it heal
Our shattered souls?
A blood-soaked stone
That shattered our souls
Destroyed countless lives
Stained your hands with blood
Yet throughout it all
I'm grateful even so
Because if it hadn't happened
I wouldn't have you