I am hard as metal
I am cold as stone
I am sharp as iron
In the smithies home

I have bitter poison
Lacing my mouth
I have burning fire
The doesn’t ever run out

I am a princess
I am your queen
With strength inside
That is metal-edged mean

Yet I am soft and vulnerable
Cloaking iron in hay
I wrap myself in underbelly
So as to seize the day

For the sake of those I allow close to me
Having friends whilst I can
Let them see my soft insides
Toughen my skin to leather tan

Each day I feel pain beyond
As my softer side is shown
But inside is darkness
That overtime will have grown

Grown Hard as iron
Become Cold as stone
And when life takes my leather
They will rue the metal shown