Another chapter of the play And i still hear you calling out my name I've got no reason to complain And no reason to just be an empty space To those who cross my way I extend my hand I want you to know That i'm not made of stone Lines appearing in my face And i wonder if i'm just a passenger We're all living our todays Never seeing we all have the same blood To those who cross my way I extend my hand I want you to know That i'm not made of stone When i hear you call my name I extend my hand I want you to know That i'm not made of stone