I sometimes wonder
How it'd have been
If I was never born
There'd be a lot less
Trouble to all for sure
World'd be more at peace
But God send this soul
To add storm to the wind
A few hailstones in rain
I tried to carve my name
Upon the sturdiest rocks
But barely made scratches
Scratches with time wore
Rock surfaces smoothened
Only heroes can break rocks
So I guess its time to
Abandon my chisel
And pick sand paper
Try to rub out my marks on
Rocks, though only time can
This gives me a little peace
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