The load I carry is heavy The track must remain steady. Deep in the dark you’ll find me Make sure you travel the mines carefully.

River of stone, A traveler's to roam. You may rest on my shoulders, Or take me home.

The thing you must type is within your view, in fact it is part of it

I am a piece of a giant, fallen and bare. I sleep like the dead, without worry or care. I can travel by water, or fuel a warm fire, Or just lay in the yard, fulfilling no desire.

Guiding you toward your destination and yet people seems to seeing me just a mere distraction