What can a solitary rock do
Against the flow of the mighty river?
How hard it fights to stay strong
To not lose its natural self.
But the current slowly wears it out
Crumbling it, til it’s nothing more than sand.
With rushing waters all around it,
It wonders, are there any others?
Do they resist as hard as I do?
Or do they give up and let themselves go
Tumbling to wherever the flow takes them?

I don’t want to lose my spirited self, so
I have been resisting here forever it seems
I can’t fight it no more and down I go,
But no matter how far I let myself go,
I will never be like the flowing waters.
All the tumbling only chips at me
Bruised and sore I take new hold.
It takes all my strength to be myself.
Why didn’t I see no one else like me?
I wonder it is me the only one?

For how long will I fight this time?
Will I ever find others that resist the flow?
Or is meant for me to always be alone?
With my essence being washed away
I let myself be carried once again
Damned by my differences for eternity,
In a world that is not my own or ever will
My curse...
A life, where I will never belong.