My heart was healthy

Until I met you boys

As the years have gone by it's been forced to change

It has become a hard, sharp, rock to protect itself.

If you touch it with unworthy hands it bites you

When it's hurt it lashes out.

It has evolved as needed

Until it is in the hands of the one

The one who doesn't harm it

But until then it will remain hard

Tough

And strong.