My perpetual fear is a heart of gold.

Why is one and only one child not to be sold?

My first true love,

Treasured, beautiful longing to be a free.

Why is it she shall feel this glee?

My heart may be black,

But I feel rain.

I have blood, I feel pain.

Take my heart and feel that free.

Way of being, understanding, or agree.

Burn a page, read the next.

You perfect demon, just infest.