My rock

God, I can see, what you gave me,

He was a piece of the road that we’re all on,

And he wouldn’t move,

Come storm or tires,

Hold on, he didn’t need to change.


God, I can feel, what he took on,

That rain which followed me, the cold too,

And he wouldn’t move,

Came hurricanes,

Hold on, he didn’t need to change.


Now, you can see, how it went on,

The stones would crumble and pieces are here,

Still he wouldn’t move,

Hope, fearlessness,

Hold on, he didn’t need to change.



Walking through cobbled stones and twisted streets,

Bring on the wind and I won’t leave my love,

Last tears of the summer flowers will last until the next spring,

No love is found, in easy minds of mine or your friends, who’ll mock us for

Cherishing our love as we do.

Please do tell, my friends; what do you talk about me,

As it is for yours to keep.

And talk about our love, as it is not,

Because you will only learn about yourself.

Please, lighten the burden, when we can’t see the togetherness,

But do not try to bring us down, when we stand strong.