From a stone-pelter to a stone-cutter

From a stone-pelter to a stone-cutter

I lived through many lives

I died many deaths

I travelled all the deserts of my past

I climbed all the mountains of my pain

I rested too many souls in the soil

How far shall I bleed?

How far?

Except my dull twin eyes

Those deep brown dirty ones

Smeared with dust of time

I have no more stones left

Take them if you want

My hands are empty

Take them now

From a stone-pelter to a stone-cutter

Alas!

No more stones are left

Yet

No more stones are lost