Hard as a Stone
Chip, Chip, Chip
I chip away at the stone with a chizel.
Its a large grey mass blocking out the sun.
It's covered in a thin layer of speckely dirt.
The stone is so hard my chizel can not break through.
I am getting cold in the long dark shadow of the stone.
I look up the sheer rock face and relize I am stuck.
It is to far to walk around and too high to climb.
So I hold strong and stand hard as a stone.