A stone arises slowly from a rock 

Cold and grey 

Stones wear down to a sand with time 

Cold and grey 

The sand falls through the fisted palm 

Which only dust remains on 

The dust catches the sweat 

From the other palm 

Cold and grey 



In the crowd where 

The single one is useless 



Hard as stone 

From the crowd of individuals 



Where everybody's a king 



A grip of dust covered palms 

A mound of stones hard as a rock 

A grip of dust covered palms 

How many people touch in the crowd 

Do you think?