Black Stone
On the roaring riverside where it never does snow
Sat a boy who was playing with a jagged black stone
The river was muddy but all the trash would still go
And the boy looked at the stone, then gave a big throw
The stone didn't go with a splash or a sound
It slunk to the bottom to its new home ground
Deep down in the mud where nobody knows
But the others who've felt the other kids' throws
The river was moving and the rock tries to flow
To pretend to be moving even deep down below
But like black in black, no one could tell
Thus the stone stopped to live in this hell
Back on the surface where the little boy sits
He tries on every smile to see which one would fit
So he would have something to show
Something to reap as a gift of his sow
The other kids laughed and played on the swings and in the hills
And the little boy jumped all on his own, laughing and giggling to join in the thrills
But across the river is where they did play
He did all he could never to fade away
But, low and behold, when they started to run
And they ran through the trees taking the fun
The little boy would jump to the water's edge and listen and wait
Still wearing his smile not aware he fell for the bait
When the other kids came back to the shore,
The little boy would yell and his excitement would soar
The others would talk around in their group
He would try to partake, but his smile would droop
So there sits the boy listening in
Smiling to try and fit in their skin
Some days would fly and upon a sun in the sky
They would get up and escape from the depths of his eye
Gone like the wind and towards a new place
And the little boy was left last in the race
His feet would try to carry him along his line
But, by and by, he was left behind
Standing where he sat, he looked at his feet
His anchor, his life, where they did meet
Stuck in the mud on the shore of the river
Cold and forgotten, left out to shiver
On a silent riverside where smiles don't grow and it never does snow
There once sat a boy who's replaced by black stone