Heart of Stone
a life lived
a glass half full
oh, how I've fallen
oh, how despicable
once a butterlfy
now a hermit
I'm left wondering,
"was it worth it?"
the question with no answer
from anyone but myself
how does one measure
the wealth of one's self?
is it the connections we've made?
the innocence we've lost?
the things which we own?
what does a good life cost?
will we know when we're gone
if we made the right choices?
or will we still suffer
under rule of our own voices?
will god judge us?
or anubis weigh our hearts?
will we be cast to hell?
a heart of stone, a last remorse
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