Weeping a story unknown

Weeping a story unknown

Weeping a story unknown
lies a man on a hill made of stone
Writing and rhyming
He bides his time.
So close to see you
always by his side
Reading his writing
Reading his rhymes
But still he feels alone inside

He lived for years
Many more then you or me
he showed no tears
No smiles no fears

His past Is known
the years have shown
Old and weathered
On his hill of stone
Weeping his story unknown

I look at his past
and see no shine
I study his fate
Knowing it's just like mine

He lived for years
Many more then you or me
he showed no tears
No smiles no fears

Seeing he has reached his time
He rhymes a few more lines
Weeping his story he says
"I have found what life is for Now My eyes are closed
And I rhyme no more"