House of stone

There will be days when you don’t feel like it
Nights when tears come too easily,
Mornings where the Sun isn’t welcome
Days when you feel like love isn’t enough
When your own hands threaten destroy the things you love
Close brushes with death that you carelessly brush off.
When nothing can penetrate
The house of stone
You’ve stowed your heart in.

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