I could be a diamond
I could be a star
I could speak elven tongue
Or know tales from afar
A healer from the heavens
A sorcerer from the dark
A resurrected Greek goddess
Hell, Joan of arc
I could sing and dance
Look pretty, play the harp
But what if I brought
No hope nor spark
Of love or want
Nor leave a mark
Or trace on you
Of me?
I could just be
A stone or a tree
And you wouldn't know
