Ashes To Stone (Mimi M. Meyer) Poem by Mimi Mata

You see it's just such a sweet symphony
How I fall apart on the count of three
'Oh' what a graceful sound,
How I rise again when no one is around...

Ashes to stone,
Stone to ashes...

The bells that ring
And the meadowlarks that sing
To the ode of sadness
The fragments that break
Sing the song of pain till the sun shines
Stricken note by inner lightning
Sing your forsaken sound...

Ashes to stone,
Stone to ashes...

Rise and drown those who forsake you
Strike your heavy cold bell on the count of three
Watch those who misunderstood fall
One by one to their bloody knees...

Watch your sun submerge
Then rise amongst the crowd
Sing till it hurts, sing aloud...

Ashes to stone,
Stone to ashes;

'Oh' what a graceful sound,
How I will rise again and again...
When not one soul but mine is to be found.