Block my path at every turn,
Shards of ice that twist and burn,
Lies and shattered promises eat,
At my body from the feet.

No salve or balm can heal my pain,
That if I tried I could not fein,
Friend or plotter, light or blade,
No regret, the trap is laid.

Pain, with every broken breath,
Like the blade of that from Seth,
My wounded heart would grow too cold,
If I were not strong and bold.

I chose to smile and let pain read,
It's own dread power once it's freed,
Cast aside your shield, your wall,
They cannot save you should you fall.