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 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 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 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


Lyrics submitted by Octavarium64

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