ROLLING THROUGH ETERNITY
ON THE WAY TO A SHRINE
I AM AN ANCIENT STONE.
I WISH I KNEW
FROM WHERE I HAVE FALLEN
I HAVE NO FACE
NO RACE NO COLOR NO RHYME...
I BELONG TO WHOM
WHO MASTER IS MINE....
I GUESS I JUST AM A STONE
ON THE WAY TO A SHRINE..
SOMETIMES I STILL STILL AND SILENT
FOR YEARS IN SPACE AND TIME
I GATHER SOME MOSS, SOME HOLES
SOME SOFTNESS DEEP INSIDE
AGAIN I MOVE , I ROLL
I RUB AGAINST EARTH
I PLAY WITH WATERS
I RESIST THE WINDS WILD...
I MELT AND
I WITHER AWAY MY SIDES
AS I CHANGE FORMS
THROUGH TIMES VAST HANDS
SOME CALL ME A PEBBLE
SOME CALL ME SAND
SOME CALL ME THE SOIL OF A SACRED LAND
ROLLING THROUGH ETERNITY
ON THE WAY TO ASHRINE
I AM AN ANCIENT STONE...
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