• As i sat shining my diamonds,
    my child asked if she could play with one.
    In haste i told her no,
    for i didn't want her hurting herself.
    She didn't understand and started cying,
    and as i held her i told her the stories of a ruby maker.
    As she got older,
    i decided to give her a gift.
    As she opened the box i had wraped she screamed,
    it was a large dimond necklace.
    It was not long after that her love died,
    for he was in a cross-fire on the job.
    In the night i heard a loud scream,
    i ran down stairs and didn't want to believe my eyes.
    The diamond was in her,
    and blood overflowing out.
    As i held her close,
    and kissed my child.
    I couldn't stop what was happening,
    so one last time i told her the story of the ruby maker.
    As her lifless body lay limp,
    i started to cry.
    I removed the now red diamond,
    and like the ruby maker she too made a ruby.