[b][color =red]Stepping Stone[/color]
My heart is a stepping stone
a footing for them to move along
on their way to something more
I as their footing help them along
every step leaves an impression
as I realize I lead them to my replacement
So many have walked along
never once staying for long
my heart is bruised and exposed
but I keep loneliness from wetting their toes
they stand and never view the stone
only temporary stopping before moving along
After all have crossed
I contemplate every lost
some sting more than others
while some I barely remember
I heal but I still ponder
to how many I have left to help cross over
Hopefully love won't continue to use me
to help others find it while eluding me
yet if happiness is the aftermath
I don't mind leading a helping hand
even though my heart is far from stone
it has become to be a stepping stone
[color =red][-Fridex!][/color][/b]
