Donning stones around the heart
Speaking rocks with flames
I don't believe those rocks are so tough
I think they are made of clay
To me, that rudeness is a sham
The hatred is a ruse
I know her heart is tender
The sliver of the moon
She bathes in her armor
In her mind, it's bulletproof
Her cracks are more visible than she thinks
I can make her emotions move
I know young love moves her heart
And children warm her soul
I know injustice boils her blood
And she loves her dad more than he knows
This girl, she bakes at midnight
And swears up the walls
Lazy as a log, she is
But is there when duty calls
This girl, she is imperfect
She has no idea I breathe
I want to hold her hand at night
Letting my love soften her heartbeat