Безмятежность

In the stone there, there's a stone there, Stone. I see the stone in the dark. I see the room. The stone don't stop me. The oaths don't set me free. I'm not the wind. I'm not the one. I'm breathing still. Hear the mellow whispers. The wind carries me. I'm not trying to be some kind, Just trying to be free. I've been sought. I've been scorned. I'm not boring to the pleas. I'm not strong. I am still. I see the trees. It's just a stone Broken me. A calling something I can't bleed. I'm not broken, not be chased. Just a stone don't stop. And the stone don't stop. And the stone don't see. There's something deeper that keeps me still, I mean. I'm not the ghost, it being stone. I'm not the one who really own. I made me stone, don't stop. I'm not the dream. I'm chasing trees. The door swings closing in. Everything is meant to be. I don't ask for big plans. I'm just drifting to the sea. I'm not the stone, don't stop. I'm not the one who really own. I'm not the stone, don't stop. And the stone don't stop. And the stone don't stop.