• My skin bleeds not blood, but tears. My sadness, my weakness, and all of my fears. For I am not heartless nor strong as I seem. My love and my strength all come from a dream. I am small and weak, and left to walk alone. No one walks with me, for my heart is not shone. I am empty like the darkness, yet full like the light. So give me one chance more, to stand up and fight. Change me from evil, so vile and cold. And create for me a new heart. A heart made of gold.