It\'s times like these where I need release,
I go to my place where I reminisce,
It\'s beautiful, this rock, where I find peace,
For it\'s beauty and looks and hard to miss.
It\'s sculpture and curves are one of a kind,
Not that big for it comes out of the ground,
Engraved in my soul, forever in mind
A rock such as this is hard to be found.
I visit this rock at least twice a day,
Once in the morning and once before bed,
This rock, like my love, is bound to decay
And when that happens, more tears will be shed.
This rock and this place, I try to be brave,
This rock, the spot of my dead lovers grave.