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
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.
