Take thou from me this jewel I hold out
In a palm trembling with fingers that silently shout
That this is indeed a jewel most rare
Take thou this heart of a child that was not allowed to be ever.
See in the first glance how it shimmers ever so
With the dreams of a child that sought them out but was laid low
Eight the count of the sands of the years
Eight the count of the sands of her tears
Nine the count of the sands the beginning of her fears
Ten the count of the sands when she knew childhood no more nor dear.
Look deeper now past the slim porcelain cover
And find underneath the heart of another
The heart of a child made to be a woman a fore her time
A child that had stolen the enchanted places, is this a crime?
Ten the count of the sands that slid through
Eleven the count of the sands when she finally knew
Twelve the count of the sands of a woman early born
Thirteen the count of the sands when by force she had to reform.
See thee now how the blood flows like tiny rivers ore your palm,
And drips onto the floor, drop by drop, each one shuddering, they cannot be calmed
Flowing constantly like the flood of life subsiding, like a tide of the sea ebbing
Then starting again, in now smaller waves, hear thee now how each one is sobbing
Crying out for that love she had to leave behind, only to late to know it as cruelty of love robbing.
Since then , till this moment in time, what you hold is now a heart mended
For it is the heart of a once child, stolen the days of sunshine, in a knee made to bend
Oh what pain when truth finally casts its eternal light upon the lies of love
How it brings into the glaring the deepest cuts, and the bruises of words into it shoved.
See now how the sands of time run the same as your own, save for the color in this hour glass
For this heart is held ever now in a crimson flow, for now it has seen the reality of the past
And has, on bended knee been made to swear she is nothing at all
But a black sheep of a family, forever to wear this coat of ebony, symbol of her fall
The days and the nights that she find no longer bear for her enchanted dreams
Instead they hold the glaring reality of truth, and thus that is why this heart bleeds screaming.