Those rocks that are thrown, at my special house you know that one? Made out of transparent glass? I see the tiny crack begin to grow and grow. Till bits and pieces do fall out and memories begin to flow into the world that is call home. I warned you once I told you twice by the silence and solitude. yet those stones you've cast, have split the glass and thus has set the inferno free, and the devil torture me. That simple seduction and the beauty of your stone house blown to the sky to rain upon your crown.