The stones stand stoically,
They fear not time,
They fear not the waves
Or the fact that they are shrinking
And soon to the bottom sinking.
They stay the course, just as the waves
They stand because they have no choice
They are here until they are gone
Knowing this, they stay where they are
And wear as badges every scar.
We are all waves, we are all stones
And we are all diminished with time
Yet when we are rocks we yearn to be waves
When we are waves we yearn to be rocks.
Stay the course.