Heart of stone
I sit here laden with a heart of stone.
So much have I seen that it chills to the bone.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm better off alone.
Little gray girl, is it love you're not shown.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to keep you for my own.
Would you show me things I've haven't known.
Would you reap from me the grief that has been sewn,
To be with you I feel, perhaps I could atone.
I could show you love, you'd show me lust, I'd show how much you've grown.
Would you stay with me and only be my own.
Or would you leave me setting here, again, with my old heart of stone.