A stone arises slowly from a rock
Cold and grey
Stones wear down to a sand with time
Cold and grey
The sand falls through the fisted palm
Which only dust remains on
The dust catches the sweat
From the other palm
Cold and grey
In the crowd where
The single one is useless
Hard as stone
From the crowd of individuals
Where everybody's a king
Artist: Carlos Vives
Artist: Paradise Lost
Artist: Vixen