A rock laid buried deep beneath the rocks of agony mountain

This rock for years it formed from pressure, formed from fiery fountains

The pain it felt would never end, for months and years it counted

The wrath just grew there day and night inside of agony mountain.

One day the rock was swept away and cooled by sorrow river

To a place of constant darkness and of constant shivers

With no direction in its life, to hell it was delivered

Darkness, cold, yet burning whole, was all the rock remembered.

One day the rock was cracked in half and life revealed a light

And all the rocks of all the land had smiled in delight

Within this rock now crushed to pieces, something shone so bright

Something harder, yet it sparkled, even in the night.

All the stones and all the pebbles loved this glowing thing

But still the rock remembered all the sorrow and the pain

All it knew was freezing nights, the burning of the flames

And all the bruising from the pressure felt both night and day.

The rock was liked for how it sparkled brighter than the rest

They took no care for it formed from all the darkest tests

They couldn’t see what it had seen the sparkles got their best

This was the rocks one final curse it surely wasn’t blessed.

The rock began to think about the journey it had taken

Had all the fire been for nothing, had its life been wasted?

For if they cannot see the reason why my smiles vacant

Shall I unblind them from the sparkles of the flames I’ve hated?