Hard

"To stone, to stone, to stone!" She cried, "Make it hard, paint it grey, and forget what's inside. So the warmth or the cold or the wind cannot break, Make it heavy and firm; something no one can take. I've taken enough of this merciless feeling, At least made of stone I would never need healing. Made of marble I'm safe from the words that he gave me, The tears and the pain mixed with lies that enslaved me." But the princess forgot what science had taught her; That rock will eventually yield to the water. The cascade of longing and hard-to-quell pain, Dissolves her rock-heart with her optical rain.