Your heart defines the road you take,
Some beat strong while others break.
Mine was fragile, like fine glass,
Shattered by life's ruthless pass.

I turned the shards to stone so cold,
Chasing strength, as legends told.
But this tough heart, though built to own,
Brings no joy—I’m left alone.

I wore my heart for all to see,
Believing love would set me free.
Yet hurt and pain grew far too much,
So I embraced that hardened touch.

I turned the shards to stone so cold,
Chasing strength, as legends told.
But this tough heart, though built to own,
Brings no joy—I’m left alone.

Stone may promise endless might,
Yet it never warms the lonely night.
I long for love to break this chain,
To melt the frost and ease the pain.

Each step I take is slow and strained,
Shielding scars that still remain.
The price of guarding all I’ve known—
A stone-cold heart, forever alone.

I turned the shards to stone so cold,
Chasing strength, as legends told.
But this tough heart, though built to own,
Brings no joy—I’m left alone.

Now I see through silent cries,
A stone heart never makes one rise.
No light can warm this chill alone—
A hardened heart can't bring you home.