I'm carrying a stone with thorns, Even though my heart is all worn... Knowing deep, if I'm carrying on, My sun would never be shone But when will I remember Your love was never once be found And the pain that you've given upon my tender When will I put it down It could be hard, it could be easy Just laying it down The thing that makes my life gets messy Should be buried under the ground... Saturday 7.59 p.m., July 21, 2012