Man Of Stone

I see you sit at the table day after day,
Silently smoking your cigarette,
Worry clearly written in the lines on your face,
Watching you take sip after sip of your morning coffee.

Left to your thoughts and memories,
Better days that happened so long ago,
Wondering what really happened,
So very long ago.

Looking at him you know he is a man of stone,
Forced to bottle it all up inside,
Never being able to trust any one he comes across,
To live a life f solitude.

Left to your thoughts and memories,
Better days that happened so long ago,
Wondering what really happened,
So very long ago.

Slowly pushing away his family and friends,
Driven by his own hatred for life,
Creating a blackened heart to forever dwell inside,
A man of stone.

Left to your thoughts and memories,
Better days that happened so long ago,
Wondering what really happened,
So very long ago.

Working through the long hot days,
Trying to figure out the maze in his mind,
Wanting to put back the pieces of his life,
If only there was some one to help.

Left to your thoughts and memories,
Better days that happened so long ago,
Wondering what really happened,
So very long ago.

Everyone is driven away,
Being forced to live the rest of his life alone,
A mere shadow of his former self,
The only thing left...
A man of stone.