A stone is cold

A stone is cold
when it isn’t held warm
just like my hearth
that has never been charmed
its easy to fool
a loving soul
but what goes around
comes around cold
this poem i wrote
with an open free mind
but my hearth
is sweatin from all the kind
the sadness i feal
inside of my body
try’s to freeze
the last legion of peace in me
my time will come
still i got much time left
surten thing’s must be don
till i reach my death.