A forgiving face upon yonder stone,
Confined to the wind yet so far from alone,
And from eyes unseen weep tears for all,
Who dare to fall their perpetual fall.

One by one a dropping to naught,
If stone could move oh they would be caught,
But one by one they fell to their end,
Into that river of blood they’ll eternally blend.

And this stone face whose existence does end so much,
That last strand of sanity no more has that clutch,
Darkening daybreak as those clouds thinking yonder,
What would happen now if we set free all their thunder?

Electricity striking those lives in the making,
The rage of their face now the means of the taking,
And this rainstorm of blood bleeds those souls thought of dead,
For letting their faces of stone see their dreams bled.

And that last drop of blood falls to that sea of their doom,
Near all is complete as now ends the monsoon,
But yet one tear remains and with not one second of wonder,
Their stone faces destroyed by that last bolt of thunder.

So whilst you’re tipping your blood down that face all alone,
Just remember that face, it is not made of stone,
And whilst you’re spilling your soul and fulfilling your wish,
Just know who’s there watching in the face of that cliff.


This is about whatever force controls us, some say God... i suppose myself,
well im a very spiritual person, comparing spirits to stone explains just
how useless they are in stopping people taking their own lives and the
second to last verse is when they just give in and, 'die' i
guess... think thats all i need to say...
 
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