Stones

A tear is like a crystal that falls to the ground Millions of pieces that can never be found. A heart is like a diamond its beauty shone And it took a long time to become harder then stone Love is like a ruby precious and with imperfections But worthless when cut into sections The will is like granite solid as can be But worn away by a ceaseless sea And I Am like a wall building higher and higher Steel that has been smelt in a consuming fire Protecting whats left before I lose all Patching up the breach that’s been ripped in my wall Burying them deep where they’ll never been found Where they cant be torn back out of the ground Where they cant be put on display on a shelf to linger Or worn like a list on the end of a finger