A happy prince
Turned to Statue
With a lone companion
A sparrow with stories
Both ended up in dust to
Transformation
A pound of gold
A fistful heart
It stopped beating
After singing the brightest song
To make another happy note
It still awaits
A chance to heal
The broken pots with scars so deep
Filling the cracks and crevices
Turning into a new life with shine
What's love, if it claims pure but
Fails to mend a single broken heart even
