Stones

Stones A stone will play inside my brain to help capture a New York mile; roll up those sleeves treasure among the pier Billy toast the mall shadows nestled above the snow Bury me below the shore breeze make room from the outer banks it maybe a good day but its room the chosen mouth light up a lucky Gordy Howe playing hockey make room for a lot to see stones will begin to crumble be outside my porch window love has gained it also has lost Billy Goat Gruff cherish those given moments starts off as a pebble then suddenly a stone covered the case of a disco Chariots of fire