Diamonds are not rare like a star they are everywhere.
When the gods wear clothing when the god said it was merely humanity that wore it
The things misrepresented over the years of no change as the stagnation of culture is really to blame
Each one has its own shapes and facets and pieces and parts.
The stones of which there is more than one, when the metals have rusted and the gold melted away,
It’s not either a diamond that is here to stay.
Amethyst crystals, the rocks of the earth,
Pieces of mother to carry, as she watches you walk away from the island.
Quartz of the moon and tigers’ eyes.
Agate the colour of the infinite sky, castle in the sky the melody is here too.
Ancient, and I hear it and once it gave hope.
Now it’s merely a memory,
Of someone I don’t even know.
Stop pointing fingers I’m tired of being pushed.
It’s never enough anymore.
Being alone ends up hollow, just like it did
When I pulled something from the sky, and cried out after,
It was the worst feeling of being.
Alone in the dark. And alone.
No high will ever be high enough
To make up for the people who I am without.
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