There was a man
Who had stone tears
He never understood
His pain for all those years
He used to cry everynight
And drop so many stones
Then he held them tight
And felt inside his bones
He kept every of them
In boxes under his bed
Then he took a look at it when
He came to feeling sad
One day he decided
To throw all them away
But he wasn't strong enough
To carry'em on the tray
So he opened the boxes
One by one
And saw that in none of them
Had any stone