Where your eyes first begin
There are hollow divots, no skin
And where faint pink should make your lips
There is but a thin line, straight between the tips.

You begin this form of faceless mass
Colourless, dull, grey, flat
And though you’ve words to frame your soul
There’s something missing to make you whole.

So, you pass these moments, solemnly
Each one lasting an eternity
And when your features time should dethrone
You live the life of immortal stone.

But there comes a moment, one day just pass
Where you hear a word, that makes you ask
About those rumblings, coming from within
And you gaze inside, to hear the din

And when your mind, the query heard
Finds the body it overturned
That shape of stone, once forlorn
Will all the sudden begin to warm

And from your shell you will feel that rage
Of the once enchained, reclaimed
And as the ardent fervour fills every part
You will feel that passion ignite your heart.

But when the fire dulls, new peace will form
A soothing balm, on new muscles born
And from those limbs, that so still they laid
Will come gentle cares, and new dances made

And when the dances still, there will come tears
From buried sorrows and clandestine fears
And as the sculptor chip’d marble does take
So these tears your face will make

And when those tears drain, as they always do
So your sunshine will come to
And when that happiness your body grips
You’ll claim your eyes, and smile your lips.

For from that warmth comes immortal life
One possessed by truth, eternal mind
For that cold stone, no bind will make
And the beauty within, no night will take.

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