Stone

If you were a stone, you'd be granite hard and cold

And if I were a road, I'd be open long and old

And if you were the Sun, you'd burn hotter than desert sand

And if I were the sea, I'd move lazy in your hand

If I were a wheel, I would mould you out of clay

And if you were a bed, you'd be messy and on made

If I were a cup, I'd be empty and stained

And if you were a pill, you'd take away my pain

If I were the hands, I'd abandon everything

And if you were the feet, you'd keep running till they bleed