If You Knew Me

Stone

How could someone ever love me?

After all the abuse my heart was taken...

Now it's been turned into stone,

Now it's been broken into so many pieces that I've given up trying to repair it,

Now I'm afraid to love.

I'm afraid of what I cannot see.

I'm afraid to open up again--

To let anyone see what's really going on,

Who I really am,

And why I've built these walls of stone.

Some people say stone is beautiful,

But I say only if it's marble or granite--

Something beautiful in its strength.

The stone I'm made of is ugly and grey,

Chipped and pieces shattered,

Edges rough and unseemly,

The kind of stone that will cut you,

Because I would rather drive people away then let them in.

This is what you've done to me.