I'll pull the trigger
On my motives
Before they
Kill my means

I'll burn intentions
At the stake
Before they beat me
To my dreams

Could a pauper
Warm a graceful queen?
Can the moonlight
By the sun be seen?

Could this thorn
Give a flower to a rose?
Will kind words descend
To make sure he knows?

Could the sky
See earth as a goal?
Could a diamond
Ever love a coal?
 
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