You are a world of your own
Your delicacy is what makes you, you
And the beauty you hold, is unimaginable
A man walks in, and your soul is destroyed
Men, what is it about them?
They choose to hurt the most delicate of all
The most beautiful of all
You, a world of your own
Cannot be destroyed with a single pair of hands
It would take mountains
Plenty of gods, with a million pairs of hands
To destroy you alone.