The cromlech cries because you step on it.
It can’t just get up and leave.
The people put it there and split.
No wonder why you grieve…
The cromlech grows tired of the view.
Once it was open but the trees have grown.
What is that you’ll do
About the struggles of the stone?
Look at the cromlech all covered in dirt.
It misses the message we carved with the rock.
We’ll soon wonder why it’s starting to hurt
That we can’t just hear it talk.