You’re the only tombstone in my yard. The only one who will miss me Is the same one who will betray me first. You’re the only statue in my garden Watching all that grows And lives without a will You’re the only pond in my valley Reflecting destruction and pain My world crumbles around you. Cold, hard, still: This is the way you are You are just like me. You’re the only loose stone in my path The cause of the fall To remind me I’m alive. Please follow my blog ( http://blackwellbegins.blogspot.com/?zx=940f9db87a0e3164 ) and friend me on facebook where I keep an update on all of my progress with my books and my blog. Thanks for your support.