And no more shall I part
from the stone which is my heart,
I choose an ending from the start;
and I think I need to breathe.

And no more shall I try and try
to change a murmur to a cry,
to trade a whimper for a sigh,
because today, I have to breathe,

because the heart is a cold stone.
And bones don't break that are a stone;
and all around the world is stone,
One stone, left in the flames to seethe.