Post by SaintKandys on Feb 8, 2004 7:47:29 GMT
Beneath the stone
Is a crimson river
That has nearly run dry
Because the stone leaks again
As it slowly dies.
Beneath the stone
Are crimson falls
A lovely work of art
Because the stone moves again
Before it falls apart.
Beneath the stone
Is a lovely young lady
Precious in her own way
Because the stone feels again
Before it breaks away.
The stone bleeds again
With everything it does
Because the flowers never once
Asked it how it was.
A stone for a shell
A woman for a heart
Yet people dont understand
Why it fell apart.
The stone bleeds some more
With every word you say
As the woman sheds crimson tears
Each and everyday.
A crying woman
A common sight
But a bleeding stone
Something you won't see
Because it isn't real
That bleeding stone is me.
Is a crimson river
That has nearly run dry
Because the stone leaks again
As it slowly dies.
Beneath the stone
Are crimson falls
A lovely work of art
Because the stone moves again
Before it falls apart.
Beneath the stone
Is a lovely young lady
Precious in her own way
Because the stone feels again
Before it breaks away.
The stone bleeds again
With everything it does
Because the flowers never once
Asked it how it was.
A stone for a shell
A woman for a heart
Yet people dont understand
Why it fell apart.
The stone bleeds some more
With every word you say
As the woman sheds crimson tears
Each and everyday.
A crying woman
A common sight
But a bleeding stone
Something you won't see
Because it isn't real
That bleeding stone is me.