The Stone 2

The Stone 2

©2002 by Yazza

 

My rock's too hard to carry

I search for help, to find...

I walked the wounded pathways,

escaped the voices blind.

I walked so many miles alone

I couldn't see “the end”

then found my rock lifted up...

for I had found a friend.

He took the fear from granite

he split the stone of fear,

and promised me for evermore

he'd help to stop my tears.

My stone is now crystal

a semi precious gem,

I'd still be worn from boulder big

if it was not for him.

I love my friend for stopping

and helping me to lift,

the stone upon my shoulders

has given me a gift.

I now walk paths of plenty

and also lend my hand,

to help others who are weary

encourage them to stand.

Sure, we all have rocks that grind us

and wear us down to bone,

but our friends can help us lift them up

til we find our way home.

Take courage in your journey

and open eyes to see

I took will help you carry yours,

you've found a friend in me.

Y-G-K

In special memory of my dear friend

Yazza, who has passed away. She now

helps others carry their stone, from Heaven.

She still watches over her friend – Me.

Thank you Yazza!