The tale is true, and mine
Of building a stone haven
Then with time and tide,
Letting it erode down
Left with shattered pieces
Unable to serve its purpose.
Living in fragments
The world oblivlious
For its just one bit of stone,
In the scheme of things

In spite of it all,
Parts mend together
To re-build into a tarnished figure,
Stitched with only bits of thread.
A contorted image appears
The outside unmistakably of the same,
But the soul pierced forever
An empty skeleton.
For its just one bit of stone,
In the scheme of things

A brand new day,
Patched anew.
The stone with the tide
Repeating its cycle,
Of falling into shards
The fragile pieces
Forever damaged into
A worn away puzzle.
To form a single stone,
Unable to be repaired