Here I write again
Something that I can describe
Maybe
It's time
Maybe not
There is always a void
A piece trying to find its place

Is it too much for a sad stone to
feel loved
And not stained
Here I write again

Stone never felt stained
It was the world that
Labelled it's cracks
As stains
And never did the stone
Once complain
Here I write again

Faith let the stone in pain
And each day stone cursed it's pain
But the destiny played it's game
Stone learned it's way
And accepted the pain
Now the world had to stop it's game
And Here I write again