I feel my heart beating again, despite its composition,
It's just dirt and stone, my organs punctured and bleeding asphalt,
All of my guts spill and slosh out on the ground, sentient and clawing,
Molded into an avalanche of hands extending beneath your feet,
So that you may walk down this beautiful road I've created,
Made not from blood, sweat or tears, just stone, asphalt and rearranging,
Yet all I do is crumble by your gaze and quake from your beauty,
You've made this mountain move and you didn't even try,
And as you pass on by, I can't help but want to cry a diamond for you,
But instead, I just crack a smile.