a shadow forms in my mind
a vision of a cold forsaken stone
shaped as an arc in the grass
so calm and left alone

it could be who we are
a reflection of what we do

his only friend is a quick chilled breeze
says nothing as it whispers bye
provides [bad word] as the cold stone grieves
so calm and left alone

it could be who we are
a reflection of what we do

you have made me beautiful in your sight
without you this is what i once was
i remember how my heart was
cold and empty without life

it could be who we are
a reflection of what we do

a shadow forms in my mind
a vision of a cold forsaken stone...