Stone

I sit high above the river

Please roll me down like a stone

Its the rushing of the water

That makes me feel not so alone

From the hilltop to the holler

From the grasslands to the sea

Why do we worship the dollar

And not the love betwixt you and me

They mark our graves when we go

Put a stone on our heads

This feels backwards to me

Rather become one instead

Yes its a place for mourning

Bow your head and say a prayer

But if i became a stone

You could grieve me anywhere

Im the shale by the roadsides

Im the rocks around the garden

Im never that far from you

And baby im just getting started

In the painted rocks the kids hide

And those polished in the 80s

Have you looked down when you leave the house

Cause thats where ive been lately

Im in the pebbles in your jewlery

And even the boulder that crushed my pap

You can find me anywhere babe

So please please please dont be sad

Even though my shapes changed

I am still delicate

One day we'll all be forgotten

And absorbed in the sediment

Streetlights flicker on again

And do i hear the dinner bell

Its the whistle of your mother

The one you knew so well

But theres a second noise and its not her

But its still your mother too

Mother nature’s shouting

Shes calling out to you

If i become a stone please

Will someone carry me

Far from where i laid down last

And toss me into the sea

Whether the waves take me

Or thrash me about the shore

I really want you to know that

You couldnt have helped me more

I join you on a picnic

To hold the corners of

The blanket that you brought with

To sit on with your new love

Collect me from the shoreline

And then whip me in the creek

You have to use the perfect angle

And count how many times you skipped me

In a quorum around stonehenge

And every block of the pyramids

You dont know how or why dear

All you know is that it is

Im the stone you played hopscotch with

And the rocks you threw at trains

Ill always be around you

My final form ive obtained

Im your moms old pet rock

And i decorate your hands

Im in every arrowhead

Of the owners of this land

Aztecs sacrificed on me

And now thats what i must do

Give myself to the earth

I remain to observe you

I was carved into the greatest art

But im also seen as trash

It may be all about perspective

Or its just about who you ask