| Stones |
| This mountain of stones Press the tears from my soul. Tender bruises, irritated so easily, Bruise back at the slightest touch. Feeling helplessly weighed upon, I have no other choice but to accept the pain And fight through the tears. Digging at the solid rock. Seemingly going nowhere, But I refuse to give in. This world is full of crushing stones. I refuse to take my every step while slowly having my spirit flattened. Once a man carried a cross't rock, So I could travel without that responsibility. His struggle will not be in vane. ~CM |
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