Flashing colours

Don't blink to confuse colour codes 
What do you hold, in fingers held behind 
I want to know, show me proof 


Provide the clarity to withstand my test of doubt 
Painted replicas do not count, would not stand 
Mounted glass still would not count for certified rocks


If I am to step on diamonds you attest to 
Would it be glass squashed, to shock naked of jewellery  
Dirt like the true value of content it holds  


Show me proof of what you are made of 
Show me your worth, in what you bring 
Do not blink to confuse colour codes 


Not this time my friend 
A gentleman's handshake would not do 
Not with 419 so much in style   

Rough Diamonds

Diamonds are a girls best friend   
A currency to the hearts desire 
And men strive to shower her with


Usher her with 
That which sparkles bright with glitter  
She has got to have it, to twinkle her eye   


But not as f'nd in t' earth, rough around the edges 
It has to be clean cut, to have its value sincere 
Never rough around the edges, a note of caution 


Like raw talent 
On wild stallions with strength  
Nurturing  needed to adore its full potential  


Entailing work to be done 
Before delivery in parcels, ribbon wrapped 
Never rough around the edges, hear me now 


Boats sink half way to float 
You have to get your hands dirty
To deliver on wanting success 


To carve a beautiful diamond 
And bring out, its sparkles and dream 
Never rough on edges to show to a girl