What do you do when your rock is gone when your pillar of strenght has crumbled?
When all your strengths have shattered, and you left torn and tattered!

When one who's been there through thick and thin comes to and end,
That pillar of stength that we depend on. We all have one,
one so dear that nothing can go wrong as long as they are there.

When the rock comes tumbling down. When the rock is gone.
It is that rock that we want to hold on to and cry on,
Yet it is not there.
Where do we turn, When theres no place to run no place to hide.
When there seems like theres nothing left and nowhere to go?

What do we do? Where do we go. Now what?

We have to look around and see beneath us,
the rock is not gone merely
in smaller pieces harder to see and harder to hold.
Yet it has not left merely transformed.
Now it is dust and is swirling around us.

Trying to protect us and tell us that it is still there.
Yet in our angius we do not see it trying to comfort
and that it has not left.

As a catapillar turns into a buttterfly
so has our rock turned into our angle.
Never leaving us always by our side.