Those who stare becomes ashes
Or the stones will turn to dusts
So pile up those stones
And make a furnace
Ignite the withered leaves
And light up the rock

Bring forth the flour
Showered with water
Then let the sweat flow through
And the taste would turn to be true

Toast it with the flares of your heart
Then you will never go hungry
As you taste the bread you've shed
That's how miracles dwell with sincerity
That's how you turn those stones into bread