All around me I see houses with beautiful yards
yet my home is built with nothing
but spare parts

Here I am, made of pebbles and broken stones
fearing that no one will ever traverse my puddles
and some day repair my shattered bones

If there is one thing I fear, one thing i'll never see above
it is that no one will hold me dear, and ever feel my limitless love

For i am made with the purity of gold
and whoever sees that i will forever keep in my hold

I look for what the others can't see:
Purity of heart, innocent as can be
For only with those who are yet to be tainted
You will find love that can't be feinted