Here I stand: a solid stone, alone
Waiting for the day
When someone will see something
And then I will finally be something
Chosen out of a thousand others like
Then, without warning, the first strike
Chipping away bit by bit
Slowly, carefully, painfully working at it
Lines are chiseled, edges softened, pieces fly
It hurts and I can't see, even though I try
Time crawls on and little progress is made
And hope, like colors, seem to fade
But, by and by, a change occurs
The hand that brushes me is yours
And for the first time I feel alive
I feel free and unrestrained
The treasure which the stone contained
And so today, before you, I stand
Out of stone, made by human hands
Made a masterpiece, a work of art
Transformed into the human heart
To be alive! To beat and pulse and feel
Take heart as you wait for the big reveal