Stones

Stones that I

Carry around

Every stone's

A story

It weighs me down

But there is gold

Hidden by rock and sand

I have to search

A little

Harder now

Sharp as a marble

These stones keep my feet on the ground

All this experience

Weighs me down

But there is gold

Hidden by rock and sand

I have to search

A little

Harder now

But there is gold

Hidden by rock and sand

I have to search

A little

Harder now 

"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything." William Shakespeare