A Man's Worry Rock

A worry rock in a man's hand Smooth as a calm lake in July Asking only to be loved With a troubled past he leaves behind With Expectations of love he waits For another mate for him to find In his eyes you can see that he is real A Lost love trapped deep down inside Spirituality and religion become a question for the answer only he himself can find A man's true love for god comes in the image of a young woman’s eyes Destiny and fate Connected into one The Worry rock in the man's hand Serves its purpose and is passed on Worry no more The precious rock speaks to the soul A Man who was once lost Is shown the way by an old stone For these sticks and stones They often do break many bones However the worry rock is true and kind With wishes upon wishes And Dreams upon dreams This Worry rock, I hope you will all find This is dedicated to my friend Zach who told me about his worry rock that his father gave him and how it helped him get through tough times in his life His father found this rock in the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee in a stream on the mountain and it was smooth as if it had been sculpted by god himself. His father had it for many years and turned to it during hard times, and when he felt the time was right he gave it to his son.