I confided in you,
All of my hopes and dreams.
I told you of my nightmares,
And how I would scream.
I confessed to you
Every one of my sins,
And cried how I feared
God would not forgive.
I told you that, for years,
Someone I did not know,
Was pelting my back
With little gray stones.
A close friend passed away,
He just suddenly died.
And you and I, together,
Went to say our last goodbyes.
As you reached your hands
Up to the heavens to pray,
I saw something slip from your grasp
And slowly fall away.
When everyone was gone,
And I was alone,
I found what you dropped,
It was a little gray stone.
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