Stone Tears

Tears we cry for those we love, for those who hurt us, for those who hate us...they can feel like stone tears. I know the tears I've cried and cry are stone tears. They feel cold and heavy as they stream down my face. Heavy as stones...trying to push myself through the crowd...keep them from hiding myself behind my hair looking down to the ground another day. Maybe today I'll push through the crowd....I need sometime to get away and get these stone tears out...cry them all not but it seems that these stone tears never end...maybe this time I won't stop and I'll find my way...away....take me away...