I was a stone

I was a stone

I was a stone

No one could see I was around

I was very firm stone

That could stand against

Rock-penetrating profanity

I was deaf to sarcasm

I was blind to witness they’re happy

Good thing I was a stone

I didn’t mind I was alone

Not being cared for is non-sense to me

I was lucky I was a stone

I couldn’t feel that it’s sad to be one

And being stepped on is humiliating

But I was just a stone

I had no idea I would crack

Somehow I could be crushed…

Now I’m a smooth powder

That every body likes