Limestone's Lament.

Marble.

Can you hear me beyond that closed door?

Those words I spoke…

I know they were poor.

I let my back slide against her door.

My soul hurt from deep in the core.

Marble.

I’m sorry for my ways.

I just feel the weight of the passing days.

I looked to you and I could see.

A broken youth.

Much like me.

I wanted to allow you to leave and fly.

The only way I was able.

Was to make you cry.

Marble.

Pinkie loves you at her side.

Be happy when you see her.

Know it is you.

Who gives her pride.

You deserve to know what play is.

The joy of being free.

Is my gift to thee.

Marble.

Ponies think you are meek.

But your eyes speak volumes.

It is freedom you seek.

You wish to see the world.

To find your place.

To show a certain stallion perhaps?

Your intelligence and grace.

To let him see.

What it is I see.

Beauty.

Strength.

Sweet.

Marble.

What I see is my little sister.

A tiny little pony.

Whose hooves I wish not to blister.

As I said.

When I look to you.

What I see.

Is a pony filled with hopes and dreams.

I want you to promise.

This one thing to thee.

Fight!

Live!

Love!

As I said…

When I look to you.

What I see.

Is a shadow.

Of what used to be me...

Marble.

Your silence says it all.

From your grace I did fall.

I just pray.

That when it comes to that dark day.

You can come to me.

Not in sorrow but in glee.

To know I will always protect you from harm.

To love and guide you.

To let the world see your charm.

Well dear sister.

Do enjoy your trip.

I just hope these words.

Have repaired the heart I have ripped.

I can hear father call.

As I walk down the hall.

My heart acheing.

My body ready to stall.

I forgive you.

The whisper from behind me calls.

I turn to see the door closed.

Perhaps it was just nothing at all...