Your eyes are on the horizon,
But it never comes any closer.
You won't be the one to move,
As you value only hardness.
You're fixed onto the roof,
With all the integrity of brickwork.
I can either break you apart,
Or leave you where you are.
You'll never need to see me:
Just look on straight ahead.
You would have me join you,
And turn back into stone.
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