A stone awaiting change of id’ntity
In the giant boulder mountains of time
Norn Mother tempered right my entity
By adding water and a breath to lime
There I was promised a lift to parad’se
By the Word of God in books I have read
Since I began to pray, fast and be nice
Feeding the hungry a share of my bread
Yet when I thought of Adam and the fruit
I wondered and pondered how could I rise
Could I have a space ticket from Beirut
To take off toward the azure promised skies
There upon I thought and preferred to wait
Destinies being the concern of fate