Scarlet ..... - Stone to Sand

Over the years
a layer of stone has formed around,
my small heart.
For I'm a human being,
can they not see,
that they hurt me?
When ever they hurt me,
I cry for them, some empathy
I cannot resent them.
Yes I have been wronged,
the lie, called a song.
For the suffering I indure,
foever goes on.
The mask as I suffer continue's
to grow thicker.
For the pain caused by other,
just has me grow thicker.
The heart in my chest I do so
choose, of mine own choice be,
soft, not bitter.
Yet the beat of a heart when forced
to suffer, it flutters and shake's
and do I so tremble.
For shame on those whom care so little,
for child barely grown, whom would so aspire,
to the tallest RedWood if let be inspired.
for unto the light such majesty grows.
Never to repel that which is love or joy.
For throught the stone mine root's did
take hold, so no axe or stone, my BARK doth
repell.
So as I grow taller the rock turn's to sand,
for a seedling a place to make there new stand.
For from such is the joy of love,
and happyness.
The rain washes like tear's away the pain's,
trial's trepidation's of all our yesterday's.


(Unnoticed Unknown