Heart Of Stone
Alone this night, as always it seems
Nothing to live for, wondering why I care
Life has been cruel, sometimes mean
And generally a hellish experiences to live.
Why continue with this daily curse
The sun coming up is only misery
A new day brings it's own rewards
Anxiety, worry, and bothersome nervousness.
Which way should I chose to end this life
Shotgun to the head, or knife to the heart
Asphyxiation from my car, live my life in a bar
All these sound exciting, and a welcomed end.
What brought me to this un-welcomed in
Things broken that can not be mend.
A heart destroyed by a loathsome creature
A beautiful woman with a heart of stone.
© 1999 Robert Elliott AKA Ancient Soul