Skin of Stone

I was once a wall of stone,
who defended flesh and bone.
From all the demons and the lies,
my only weakness in my eyes.

From them, falling tears attack,
and my stone began to crack.
Falling free, my skin left bare,
apathy left, and I don't care.

Leave your bruises and your scars,
burn me till I'm ash and chars.
All that's left is tragic sorrow,
a lonely soul someone else can borrow.

Look at my face and remember,
I was there for you, forever.
In my heart I knew my fate,
but never knew it was too late.

See my sorrow see my pain,
feel the bitter drops of rain,
and when the land has dried
all in silence, I have died.