There came a day
When the grief set in.
The joy gone
Gone for to long.
But Grief isn't set in stone
Its set on top off the stone,
Set aside it.
Or it crushes the stone with
Its shear weight.
But what am i if not the stone?
If i crumble and fall?
If i ignore the suffering
in my head?
Or push it to the front
but never listen?
What am i to let it live my life?
