Heart and ice
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Heart of ice,
Heart of clay,
Heart of stone haunts me through the month of May.
I remember the eyes that did not see,
Reflection in the pits -- such a little part of me.
But the arms of winter,
Those fingers of steel,
Kept me warm, because they were all I could feel.
Heart of Ice
Take a knife
Cut out this heart of ice
Hold it high
Walk into the sun
Not Here, Not Now
These words of love
So hard for me to find
How can I change my mind
If you can only lie?
These shattered dreams
I try to build again
But looks could kill again
And I'm too young to die
Smiling faces all around us
You don't want to make a scene
Not here, not now
And I don't want to cry
We drink the wine
Like we were really friends
But can our sadness end
And words turn into play?
We dress so fine
And step out on the town
And friends may gather round
But soon will turn away
Smiling faces all around us
You don't want to make a scene
Not here, not now
And I don't want to cry
Smiling faces all around us
You don't want to make a scene
Not here, not now
And I don't want to cry
An icy heart
made of solid stone
beats steadily in my chest
and who do I owe it too?
I believe he knows who he is
Can the ice melt?
Will the stone be chiseled away?
Or shall I suffer...
in this unlovable torment..
for eternity?
No one can say for sure
and only time will tell