A Stone Learned To Cry

© 2018 Mark Cote

like a stone when warm love turns cold
holding in thoughts that should be told
but nothing good comes from something so bad
so a stone learns to cry

souls are sold now that friendships turn cold
clenching fists without some hand to hold
seeing so many empty tomorrows
a stone learns to cry

(chorus) lying in the forest
                 washed by the days
                 a stone learned to cry
                 when the winds that seem bitter
                 a stone learned to cry

little boys wants to go out and play
but the walls around him make him stay
did he build them himself or
a stone learns to cry

in a world full of schemers
where a left turn seems right
maybe one day they will find
a stone learns to cry

(chorus)