Stone

I know you think I’m wrong
But I’m not your tour guide
Have a guess, I don’t let you look inside
Cold, dry, stone
What makes you want to carve your initials in me
Rained and weathered erasing hard to read
Find me distant, outwardly rough, obscene
Cold, dry, stone
Cold and dry, a stone
Cold and dry, a stone
I’m not a cornerstone in a palace for you
Time will bring your very own hard truth
Not to worry, ice covered rocks still move
Cold and dry, a stone
Cold and dry, a stone