The Stoning
I walk through the park see the faces etched in stone. The texture of their flesh makes me feel, feel so all alone. Do I dream when I'm awake or awake when I sleep. Confusion is the devil that haunts my sleep. I wonder if.....I'm turning to stone.
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Oh left alone my heart, it feels so cold, if you want me let me know. Please don't let me turn to stone. And I feel so cold it's fingers grip my soul. I can sense......I'm turning to stone. Can you sense the stone?
Clocks blending into time. Will the water melt my mind and I have traveled the river Rhine I'm a warrior of disguise. Will I become the light or my shadow cause me to fight. Giving time to think I know which is right. I wonder if.....I'm turning to stone.
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