My Heart made of rock Tears made of Stone Life livin on a clock Out on a limb all alone My youth doesnt recognize me when im grown Out on my Own, hands Worn Scars on my Back, flesh Torn It seems my Soul is Afraid Of Tomorrow and the New Day Mind, Body, and Soul Seem like strangers Hasnt Time took its Toll Minds Made Up, but still Confusion Not really sure what's made Up Cant find it amusing Doesnt matter what my Mind makes Up Tears of Stone filled up So Heavy, its hard to Keep my Head up "Lord forgive me for whatever i do that is wrong, but i know it will and has already come back to me. You are my only Judge..."