What is a stone?
it has no heart and no blood to beat
it has no body, yet retains my heat
What is a stone but cold and gray
'Till my palm it caresses,
and within does it lay
What is a stone, neither gentle nor mild
a weapon it becomes in the hands of a child
A stone knows not love, nor hate
Neither sorrow nor joy, yet decides a man's fate
The wisdom of man wrought in stone
The lives of men fought in stone
Lifeless, it rends our history useless in age
For it will live longer than my words on this page
A heart of stone does pain betray
A kidney's stone, another way
In Israel, thrown
In Ireland, plucked for seeds to be sown
What is a stone that fits no in your hand
to guide meditations from destiny's strand
Yet without anchor, what are we but lost
and left underground, too deep for the frost
What is a stone
it has no heart, nor blood to beat
but in my silence, retains all my heat
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