Tears of Stone

We must continue...

Melancholy pictures, skies of gray,

Tears of stone fall cold & lay;

Heart seems broken, yet, love still unknown,

Unsure of destiny, still clinging to what’s gone;

Life passes by, in slow motion, it seems,

Unsure how to cope, unsure of how to dream;

Unsure of the present as once in the past,

Destined to be first, yet trailing in at last;

Yet, chin still up, like a martyr, unafraid to die,

And still fall stone tears,  from cold, glassy eyes.