I begin as porcelain
Soul filled with something foul
I open my mouth and the Devil pours out

I turn to ashes
And drown in the rain
Diluted and weak
I will not burn again

I become ivory
Rare and hunted
Once again, my life is stunted

I am reborn as flame
I bring destruction
Still I am weak
So chaotic I cannot function

I am left as marble
Cold and sharp
Still so many hammer blows
Will breaks apart the marble shard heart

So I build myself from what I once was
Now I wrap silver around my heart
And work gold into my soul
I am glass
Cleansed by the fire that once destroyed me
am marble, and i carve myself into art
I am the ashes, and the things that hurt me once will never get that close again
At last I am porcelain  
I am free in my fragility
I guard it with twisted spikes of steel
I hold the key to my hear
So I keep it unbreakable.