Lost & Found

The broken bones 

And scenes of gore,

The rolls, the tumbles and the falls,

The bloody bandages I wore

From banging my head against brick walls.

Yet, stone is stone

And will remain; 
All assault soon proves vain,

For it stands unconquerable and stolid

Despite how long you beat against it.

So then, if I can't go through,

I'll have to get over it.

And if I can't get over

Because I'm too far under,

I'll find a way around.

Though lost I may be for the moment,

Any day now, I know I'll be found.