By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: March 5, 2005

Listening to men sing in praise of their creator
And there is a storm starting to blow through your home
Once filled with quiet
Is it now filled with that feeling
When your body is so heavy and mind so full
You can’t cry
It’s all you can do,
And your body has failed you again
At least it was your this time

You see us as giant blocks of sandstone
Over time, we are craved out, trying to smooth ourselves
But the forward we go, the more of the stone has been gone
And you have less and less to work with