black where silver used to be
I have a fragile heart of white
I am not meant to be hurt
this should be easy to see
look into my eyes
you know me
the key to my heart is not hard to find
so if you find it, don't use it against me
this heart of white can't take that much
be gentle with my emotions
and in return, you'll receive love eternal
for my love is the love of the world
so if you paint me silver, take care
for it hurts so much to be painted black

written 9/9/97
©1997 Matt Henderson 4/21/76