There is a stone

Fair, idle, and old

Poring through old volumes now to find it

Oh, no words are even coming close

But Jess, she has a smile that could save us

Living in me, just a shred of hope

That’s a stone

There is a stone

Fair, idle, and old

The smile may change but always makes a reason

Pity, that’s a brittle kind of stone

Could it be the visceral precedes it?

Careful Jess, your laugh may change us all

That’s a stone