Just an Extra

You've left once again I'm alone to fend for myself But rough are my hands  Hardened is my heart  Perfected is my art  All You've done is left me to resume the playing of my part Be it soil, stone, glass or nails They crumble beneath my feet as I walk the trail One set of prints left by my hard but clean feet  When you look you will find I was never incomplete Keep staring and you will find you were truly obsolete  Look back and you will find on my path of glass and stone  No blood or cuts but prints of feet that were honed  My feat is transformation to an everlasting stone  look back and realize That I was always truly alone