This Stone

I see you there with both hands tied,
What is it you have to hide?
You've told me half-truths and dodgy lines,
And told me you're always fine.

What's on your mind that keeps you there,
What makes you give that wondering stare?
I know it isn't what you currently do,
Becuase it is better, this we knew.

So what is it really that worries you so,
And what baggage do you keep in tow?
My sins are mine alone,
But you can let me through this stone.