They gave me soil and a measureful of sand,
But it ran between the fingers of my hand.
And it's been that way since life at first began;
The heaviest stone that the Devil could throw at Man.
They gave me water from a falling mountain stream,
And a sense to both imagine and to dream.
But there were holes around the bottom of the can;
The heaviest stone that the Devil could throw at Man.
They gave me seas and the wide desert sand,
And the hardest and the driest of land,
But the storms overcame my caravan;
The heaviest stone that the Devil could throw at Man.
They gave me bread and a forest full of meat,
And a fire in the shelter for heat,
But the flood took the flame from the pan;
The heaviest stone that the Devil could throw at Man.
They gave me strength and the will to survive.
They stoned me, but still I'm alive.
And in the end, I understood their plan;
The heaviest stone that the Devil could throw at Man.
And in the end, I understood their plan;
The heaviest stone that the Devil could throw at Man.
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