The Child Stone

I held a child for seven years
I got tired after just thirteen days
But I had an idea of things to come
‘Cause I saw the lights along the way

I saw stones melt like wax before my eyes

And I walked with that kid for four more years
And we fought about every other step
We could not agree on what we saw
‘Till one night when he looked at me and wept

He said, “I was a stone for eleven years.
But I was not a lone.” Then he wiped his tears
And said…

Stones don’t liquefy
Neither do I
Unless there’s some sort of catalyst
And it’s in you
I know it’s truth
I must have a part in this

I was naked then
And you brought me in
You covered me with robes
My life was sand
Sifting through my hands
And you gave me something to hold

Now he wears my shirt and it fits him well
Except the sleeves, they run just past his hands
Will he grow enough to fit? Well only time will tell
I guess ‘till then we’ll keep wond’ring through these lands
SEEING THROUGH YOUR EYES…