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With words and phrases, I have grownAs cold as ice, and hard as stone Like ancient warriors whom kings bestowedIn people's eyes, I am behold They talk about me like a deadly weapon So powerful, so fearsome, for some unknown reason Ever since, I did not even reckon That they'll change their seemingly unfair impression Those false beliefs have made me strongBut it doesn't mean I can't go wrong 'Coz I am, but a damsel in a puzzling way For which, in any moment, might walk astray... I have not yet gathered enough strength and confidence To scream to my best that " I'm not just a coincidence! "I am not born as solid as stone That cannot be moved even by a storm... I wanted so much to let you figure this out But I think our time has already ran out So, I wanna confess this little, but big secret "In my journey, I remain strong, because of friends and loved ones all along..." I'mma put an end to all this lieThat has been the reason for my every lethal cry I have so long waited for the destined one To prove them wrong, and with me shall stand... My purest intention, is to clear this mess awayAnd make know to them, " I am mendable JUST LIKE A HANDFUL OF CLAY...."