My Lungs have been lost

My Heart, My Joy

They have stolen everything important

and replaced it with rocks

'Don't be ungrateful, they're the greatest rocks in the land'

But i never asked for rocks? You stole what cannot be replaced

How will I find happiness through these silly rocks?

How will i find my joy with pieces of stones on the ground? 

I will lie on these stones as I take my last breathe

still searching for the meaning, to your words in my head.