Written by: Dana Smith

The hardest of cold hearts can burn, The stillest of dark souls can shake The slightest sway of waves that turn, Can cause the toughest rocks to break The shiniest of pearls can dull, The prettiest of roses wilt Even death can feel the pull, Of natures touch and softest tilt The deepest buried rocks can shake, When crushed beneath the ocean blue The proudest of the proud will break, Some day your pride will shatter, too