Collecting Stones The chills to my bones.Mixed messages and firm tones.A heart that aches and moans.Overlooking blessings and the factthat I am a backbone. The lessons that are unknown.Throwing away a diamondlusting after stones.When am I gone you willsoon realize how you done me wrong. Each day at your beckoning calla King on his throne.Even when I was tired, I stoodalone.While you were too busylusting after stones.