Away at a distance,
Everyday he sets alone,
Leaning up against
A heart that's made of stone.

He reads a book each day,
He often lays to rest,
Does he grieve the loss of love,
Or is life his only test?

Passing by one afternoon,
I turned to him and smiled,
His eyes were filled with sadness
As he spoke, “I'm ok my child.”

Was he feeling lonely,
Or was his heart full of fear
For what was all his heartache,
And why the saddened tears.

Today starts a new day,
The distance is all alone,
No one there to occupy
The heart that's  made of stone.

Did he find his happiness,
Is he at peace within his heart,
Are his sad eyes smiling now,
With his heartache, did he part?

For the books he read each day,
Were not just books you read,
They held photos and memories
of his life that he did grieve.

Now the distance is empty,
But his presence will never be gone,
For his life and his love remain in
The heart that's made of stone.

Each day he carried his memories
Never leaving them alone,
For they lay to rest inside
The heart that's made of stone.