When I was young I had a pet stone,
everywhere I took him felt like home,
he made me feel special, not so alone
then one eve I awoke, and he had grown.
We grew together, he became my rock
kept him hidden in a wooden locked box.
I wanted to keep him safe and sound,
he wanted to keep me on the ground.
He held me down, yeah he held me down,
I looked in to his eyes, I was safe and sound
but the sides of my mouth slowly bowed,
seems that the smiles turned into frowns.
I walked the beach one night, my rock in my hand,
but somehow this uneven land, made my heart fall into the sand.
I fell to my knees begging please, wash away my thoughts with the seas
but the tide never came, and my thought still remained,
like a nightmare that wouldn’t seize.
Under the moon my tears gleamed as they fell,
and I thought I saw something in the wave’s swell,
I looked through my swollen eyes, only to find a gem that could be mine.
I swam out to reach it, but it sunk in deeper,
as if something pulling back was already its keeper,
and to my surprise, the tide only made me weaker.
It pulled me down, yeah it pulled me down,
I swear I’m not breathing, but not turning around
and when I found it, I was calm and sound
I reached out and touched it, and I was bound
Shivering in the cold, that gem kept me warm
when it grows old, it will keep its form
I can see through it, and know its true
I can see the reflection of me in you.