The Lamentable Monument of Stone

I am young but
I feel old age
I am at the
Beginning but
I feel the
End Here I am the lamentable monument of pride
On the monument of world standing on the top of this mountain
I won't fly
I've lost my wings
Free at last
I hear the whisper of the wind
But I cannot find you in his eyes
Today a new monument of stone
Wind won't pull me down
Fire won't burn me
Only the drops of rain
Are hollowing our small clefts in my soul
These tears of
Heaven will ruin the stone into dust [written by P. Maslanka]