This is the poem.

The one about
growing up,
moving out,
and getting older
You'll come to learn that
heartache is only but
a scratch and that jubilation
is a thing of the past,
found on the second star to the right.
How its possible to be as cold as ice,
even in the summer months
And how welcoming
rock bottom (the depths of hell)
can truly be when salvation
feels unattainable
I wish that I could wrap
your tender soul in the clouds
of yesterday to protect you
from the winters to come
They say that diamonds are best
created under pressure
But I say,
diamonds are overrated