The chosen stone plays a healing part
A talisman for a broken heart
The weight of which they could not wear
For it whispers truths, too much to bear

They chase themselves where power thrives
Through gilded halls where mirrors lie
They seek their strength in loud acclaim
But will come to find it’s all in vain

For strength is found where one feels small
In the cracks of pride, where the broken fall
Not in the glimmer of glory’s flame
But in confronting the parts that whisper shame

One day love’s mirror will show them whole
Not just the image they try to control
For the strength they chase in the world outside
Is waiting within, where the heart resides