In a world of rock and stone they sit and wait,
knowing not of fear not knowing of fate,
or the lives of others, or the reason for hate,
Just wait and sit and sit and wait.
And they can’t ask where they’ve been,
Or what they’re after.
They don’t even know,
they don’t have the answer.
They sit.
They wait.
They just sit and wait,
in their world of rock and stone.