If Rock Could Talk

If Rock Could Talk

I am created by nails and hammers,
I am painted with artificial colors.
To look good I need to be furbished,
To last for a while I need to be nourished.
You have to create me, so that I can be,
I was never your creator, I can never ever be,
The truth which you can’t but Abraham can see,
I am not worth worshiping, there's nothing I can feel.
I am like a doll which can never grow tall,
I break into pieces if I ever fall,
I can neither hear you call nor can see you all.
I cannot help you breathe, I cannot help you succeed.
I am not the one to feed you, I am not the one to lead you,
I am neither the one to make you, nor the one to take you.
Why should you kneel me if I can’t heal you,
Why should you worship me if I can’t feel you?
You have me in your house to make your life better,
What will I profit you Instead I've always been your debtor.
I was never your creator, I can never ever be.
The truth which you cant but Sohail can see,
I am not worth worshiping, there's nothing I can feel.