R.O.C.K

A lone hard rock for miles beyond ,

stays still, unmoving, its pieces held in bond ,

like a mind thats lone and uncared for ,

held firm by memories that speak volumes more ,

its core lies in warmth as outside creeps a cold ,

a beautiful world in an inch foretold ,

and layer by layer, a wind weathers its bond ,

as time does ravage us for a sin not atoned !