Preserve me like a fossil in the stone,

Leave me cold and waiting by the shore,

As I find comfort in the sand and rocks.

They will hold me, they will comfort me,

Turning me with time into one of their own.

You will leave me as the generations pass,

Allow me to rot and decay,

Imprisoned inside the Earth,

I wait for your release.

A fate waiting behind lights and glass,

Where children's noses will press up close,

To get a better look,

At the fossils.