Made Of Stone
Trayce
Another chapter of the play
And i still hear you calling out my name
I've got no reason to complain
And no reason to just be an empty space
To those who cross my way
I extend my hand
I want you to know
That i'm not made of stone
Lines appearing in my face
And i wonder if i'm just a passenger
We're all living our todays
Never seeing we all have the same blood
To those who cross my way
I extend my hand
I want you to know
That i'm not made of stone
When i hear you call my name
I extend my hand
I want you to know
That i'm not made of stone
