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.