Some reach out for what they seek
Caring not if it is their own
They pluck it from the place it rests
Try and change its song

They try to bend it to their will
Change its form to fit their needs
Possession is their only goal
The danger they don't see

The spirit of the softest heart
Has thorns that one can't see
A vain attempt to take what is
Not your own
Will only make you bleed