It lay there; unnoticed, unnerved; Sultry belligerence in its sombre verve. Wiped away from all it had, But its just a stone, that's all I said. Blown and shattered by dynamites, Disheartened by hate and dire strife; Unliving for ages, in the streets, Kicked and downed by haughty feet; It lays there, on the dusty earth, Disgraced by eyes of higher creed. I pick and place it in my hollow chest, from eons of storms, to take some rest.. From blight to pride, they ask me why, To tell them reasons, a lonely sigh. So I stand in a corner, purse my lips, Blatant reasons were stifled indeed; Thought for words, got none instead, The world together, warred in my head. I place it back in the ruins of time, The stone did'nt find a place in mine; Could'nt bear to see the world go mad, So its just a stone, that's all I said.