Made of stone
With a heart of gold
A touch so cool
It sent shivers down my spine
Gentle to the sands of time
Holding an hourglass with endless beads
Greatest love of all
Speaking in tongues
A figure lost to you
A mystery to be solved and closed
Never to open again
Hands placing a lock
Keeping it a secret
Eyes closed to prevent the truth seeping out
Slave to no one
Ozymandias, you are free
Aug 21, 2010
Aug 21, 2010 at 1:59 AM UTC
Made of stone
With a heart of gold
A touch so cool
It sent shivers down my spine
Gentle to the sands of time
Holding an hourglass with endless beads
Greatest love of all
Speaking in tongues
A figure lost to you
A mystery to be solved and closed
Never to open again
Hands placing a lock
Keeping it a secret
Eyes closed to prevent the truth seeping out
Slave to no one
Ozymandias, you are free
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