A man of stone upon the hill

Rests there, as a statue, still

Though his crown was once a home

It’s now bereft of flesh and bone

Ere since his lack of fellowship

He into a slumber slipped

Dreaming dreams of hearth and talk

And times before when he would walk

Over valleys, through the clouds

Pausing for the marveled crowds

Alas, such days are ages gone

And so, for now, he slumbers on

Until some wondering passerby

Does chance to stop and climb inside

Oh, happy day, again he’ll wake

Up with a shout, the earth to shake

For then, at last, he’ll hold a friend

And thus become a home again