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If I could.

I'd turn you into stone.

Warmer than the cold.

I'd turn your heart into gold.

The treasure no-one else can see.

I'd turn your nightmares into home.

Where you alone,

And I in misery

Would rest upon the broken frames

Of pictures of times broken and old

Where I was me and you were free

Not bound by what we're told.

And you would sit there on your own

Trying to get away

From all the noise 

Which would make you feel better.

Because that's what people would say.

People who play with us

Like we're plastic toys.
And slowly slowly

We change.

Because we can.

To become what they say we must be.

In order to feel what they call beauty.