I know gemstones, I know jubilant stars Shining in safety, shining brilliantly And simmeringâ happy rarities lost, Drowning in their mirrors. My present home Is comforting and pure, yet I grieveâ why? Did my dreams die? Am I still precious? The one solace I have breaks me gently. I live in war I wasnât born forâ war That hurts my spirit. I face senseless greedâ Desperate, vicious monsters who make me ache. I am too tired for passion. Lie me down, Forget who I am, and fall into skinâ Remember me forever like this, sweetness Stolen from true love: perfect paprika.