We Are But Blocks of Stone
I am the supporting role
In an act that never ends
The part of an anxious soul
Fixing things that need no mend
And from this part I can't annul
Another's hand is not to lend
I am on my own, my lonely soul
In an act that never ends
As I take the stage that is this cage
This thought I can't control
How will I keep the crowd engaged
When I am just a lonely soul?
No feelings here to be gauged
The audience, it's filled with holes
Blocks of stone, this timeless age
For my youth it has been stole
For we are but weathered rock
Sand blown against our skin
For now we are just merely thoughts
In my head, blown with the wind
Time stands still when I watch the clock
On my face, a constant grin
On your face, the look of shock
Did you not expect that I'll surely win?
For I am solely a soul, and merely alone
What I want to find cannot be sought
All I need, to me has been shown
For my love cannot be bought
Copyright © Jacob Fite | Year Posted 2015
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