Legacy of A Shepherd

A life like stone with a mind of Gold,
Yet we tend to others' life ten fold,
With songs swept by wind,
by the cry of our kin,
and the Torment of all our attackers.

But we know of the blood,
And the Spit in the mud,
Caressing the fields where I lay.
Still over the course,
Of time and remorse,
My father's below me decay