Heart of Stone

I've looked with scorn
On this word called love
Because its imagined so pure
Like that white dove

But how the great fall
When faced with a truth
Because all that we knew
Was a folly in youth

Some things do change
When circumstance breaks
And its amazing the roads
That a lover takes

I'd written that message
On my heart of stone
But I find that broken
And the message thrown

My hearts not still
But beating its joy
Not here in my chest
But as another's toy

I don't dare ask
Them to give it back
Because then I know
My heart would black

As it bled its life
And my hopes on the floor
But here I hold
And my hopes I store

So I'll ask you nicely
Treat my heart right
Because I'd dread to think
You could leave my sight