Met a man with a broken eye His mama said he’s going blind His age is wearing weather Mama’s spos’d to know what’s right Hell, I haven’t made a dent in time At least I’m getting better The real I know is true Broken, beat, and bruised Oooh, Sapphire stone Am I really one year older Oooh Sapphire, why Must you mark me As I walk on my way home When you’re lying all alone at night Feeling sick, because of what’s inside Just think of pretty weather Ooh and if you’re sorry for the things you’ve did Call up everyone and make amends We’ll all feel so much better The real I know is true Bad, and beat, bruised Oooh,Sapphire stone Am I really one year older Oooh Sapphire, why Must you mark me As I walk on my way home Whispering winds All pretty things must go How can it be? Everything finds its way home Oooh,Sapphire stone Am I really one year older? Oooh Sapphire, why Must you mark me As I walk on my way home? Sapphire stone, ooooohoooOooh Sapphire stone oooOooohoooOooh