Why, O God, is my heart like stone?
Break it down and make me your own
What's happening? this isn't me
Chisel me into who I need to be
Soften my heart so that I can love
So compassion's what I fall on when push comes to shove
Fill my prayers with passion and my words with care
Everyone falls, it's only fair
Fill my pulse with strength and my veins with life
My seed is hatred and my crop is strife
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