White Stones

White Stones

Can you believe?
Why can't you see
the pain in their eyes,
the horrors in their lives?
Stones in the meadow
lined up row by row
as far as the I eye can see
reaching out for you

The pictures in my mind
are all that I have left
a scene of what I've seen
A tear becomes a smile
I hold these white stones in my hands
I hear them to talk to me
Or is it just a dream?
A dream within a dream

Memories of the past
racing through my head
the last time that I saw your eyes
is etched upon my mind
Tears of sorrow
Tears of pain
Streaming down my face again
I long not to forget
these memories I have of you

The pictures in my mind
are all that I have left
back


a scene of what I've seen
A tear becomes a smile
I hold these white stones in my hands
I hear them to talk to me
Or is it just a dream?
Could this be a dream?

Fading pictures on the wall
burn down to my soul
Sometimes it seems as if
they're calling out my name
Just like the endless fields of stone
like a sea of sorrow
I long not to forget
these memories I have of you.