(Verse 1):
I was born in fire, a monolith of might,
Standing on the mountain, challenging the light.
For centuries, I held my shape so true,
No force could move me, or so I thought I knew.
But the cold woke the cracks, and the water froze inside,
The chemical decay, nowhere left to hide.
The breaking from within, silent and slow,
They call it Weathering—the place where pieces go.
(Pre-Chorus):
Felt the foundation shift, the surface tension snap,
Small pieces tumbled, trapped inside the gap.
The wind whispered low, "It's time to let it be,"
My structure is yielding to the forces surrounding me...
(Chorus):
I'm rolling, I'm tumbling, carried by the flow,
Erosion! Watch the river make the pathway show.
It's the water, it's the wind, the ice that pushes on,
Taking tiny fragments from my body, long after dawn.
The slow transportation, a geological spree,
From the mountain to the valley, I am traveling, I am free!
(Verse 2):
Now I'm a smaller stone, polished by the stream,
Bouncing off my brothers in a long, quiet dream.
And if you look closely, you can see the truth,
This process doesn't rush, it doesn't wait for youth.
It can take hundreds of thousands of years to pass,
Or even millions, turning stone to sand.
The current is my captain, carrying me far away,
One tiny grain at a time, day by patient day.
(Bridge):
I slow down in the delta, where the water is low,
Laying down my burden, watch my remnants grow.
I was a giant peak, now I'm grains of sand,
Woven into layers across the fertile land.
This new formation starts: Deposition's gentle art.
(Chorus)
(Outro):
The slow rhythm keeps going.
On and on... millions of years...
The stone's story.
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