Sanding The Stone

© 2017 Mark Cote

time clock smiling sarcastically
knowing exactly what I'll be
but the only face
I seem to relate
while it's hands are sealing my fate

polishing stone
does it really matter
when I've gone to the year after

so many dreams wash down the drain
never to seen or heard from again
do they lose the will
do they even know
just how slowly this process grows

Chorus) sanding the stone
                 robbing flesh from the bone
                 sanding the stone
                 ambition left in the cold
                 sanding
                 sanding
                 sanding the stone

we can choose the path that we lead
in the sand or soil plant the seed
you can make life
or life makes you
based on the colors you drew

polishing stone
does it really matter
when I've gone to the year after

(chorus)