Steal all your gold Back from those who do not know how to treasure it Take it from their careless hands Hold it gently as you coax it back into yourself Tell them 'this is not how to handle a heart' Because it was, a heart That you put into their tender care See how bruised it is now, how aching? Do not learn from this the act of anger though Do not now hoard your gold, dragoness You can be fierce and gentle at the same time Give your jewels to those who you adore And if they break them, bury them, treat with roughness that which you gifted Then rear your head back, firechild The sun is inside you, and she says sometimes it is okay To raise a little hell