Rocks

Rocks on the cliff
Why don't they tumble down on me?
Why do they lay there?
Resisting the rumble, the tumbling down
And the racket that they could make out of me
Why do they lay there still?
When my whole world is collapsing slowly

Rocks on the cliff
Why don't they tumble down on me?
Why do they lay there resisting the thrill?
In the jingle jangle morning which is becoming before our eyes
Why is the sun rising still when my world is collapsing surely?
Such an ordinary life
All of the blessings disguised
How can you know before it's gone
And why