Diamonds were made under pressure Weather you or I made them, in the end their something to treasure
For their hard made lives break NEVER Hard falls may be endeavors Yet they never surrendered For their name is of a defender
Their strong, and beautiful at the same time, Some say it's hard to find They relate to us in a kind of way We were never clayed into being beautiful or strong, But we were beautiful, and strong all along For our creator made us the type of beautiful, and strong, That's life long
this is a poem about how Diamonds relate to us humans, hope you like it.