A hundred thousand times I've sworn I will not mope.
A million million suns still remind me I'm the ant;
And all I'll do? is wake...again...and cope
With my first thought: you; but know I can't.

Can't hold your attention for more than that
Couple of hours you let me hold you hostage here.
I can't convince you to admit what you know: at
Any given moment: I, alone, calm you through the year.

When the sun has hid his face, and the storm crosses your brow,
I have been the stone that has anchored you somehow.

And yet, through all the proof,
Though my body shields your soul;
Your heart is still aloof....
You refuse to complete the whole.

In the calamity of my unfeigned grace
Where my body has broken and bled,
Your heart has given mine no place
To rest my weary head.

Look to your friends, who've pulled you down; find a drink to sorrows drown.
I will not be the stone you crushed to reach your thorny crown.