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The man under the rocks
Who is trapped by locks
Is a man who is a stone
A man who left his throne
This man who was a boy
But no longer has use for a toy
Is a man who went through hardships
Where he fell off the cliffs
The man was an igneous
And not quite hideous
But now hes supplementary
And his assets, they vary
From shiny and whole
To peices that roll
He constantly loses himself
When he didnt choose to enter this delf
The man that is a stone
Whos chances are completely blown
Is now completely blocked
And is constanly mocked
Being under the rocks
Dealing with his recent shocks
The man is alone in peices
He has nothing in which pleases
For he misses the flock and sun
He misses the top of the rocks from where he begun
He misses the shiny whole body that caused him pride
Now he cant abide
This new world hes fallen into
Is too dark and blue
How is the man supposed to know who he is
When there are no more qualities that were his
The man who is a stone
In which pain had been shown
Is not as strong as brass
But is as frail as glass
The man didnt know his composition could change
Its something he found rather strange
A lesson that had to be taught
But was never what the man had thought