I Sware in Stone it States

..soon ill prey upon a bed of roses
So wash me over like the stone's of Dover
The windy thoughts that played in my head drowned out the soothing flutes and tubas
Think of me as a blade of grass
standing in a feild of clover
All day i wonder at night i ponder
Is death so sombre?
Life is quick
mere whistle of a song bird
So cut me down
With a dreary frown
Ill fall proud
Not make a sound
When day breaks
All the wool at stake
Now worth more than gold
For in this place the
Speeding pace
Couldent change my very soul
My saving grace..
I sware,
In stone it states..
Are memories that i hold