Another chapter of the play And I still hear you calling out my name 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 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 I want you to know That I'm not made of... When I hear you call my name I extend my hand I want you to know I want you to know I'm not made of stone To those who cross my way I extend my hand I want you to know I want you to know That I'm not made of... When I hear you call my name I extend my hand I want you to know I want you to know I'm not made of stone