I was alone and it was night I had nobody else to turn to but the voices talking to me from afar and with endearing words so silent they told me the secret about who you really are A million images and words, long since forgotten, of events that no one ever saw I hear a whimper as I kneel, realizing that it's your pain that I feel "In this house of worship I'm a stone" And as I wandered through the night I felt a presence of the past, the future and the present now The voices placed me in the minds of two young lovers, the husband in the war who's never coming home, the young girl realizing she's in fact a boy and the old man recollecting his first toy, the widow, the rapist, a gold digger, the hero and at last the voice I heard before: "In this house of worship I'm a stone" "But there's blood gushing out of the cracks and fissures split me in two I'm hollow inside You can't make me feel their sorrow Did you think that the earth could cry?" I was alone and it was night "But there's blood..." In the dark a mist of light leading down into its bowels And I walk the spiral staircase as the mist slowly dissolves A wooden banister, a bridge and a vast stone wall up ahead I cross the bridge and hear the voices and they're speaking of the dead "In moments of hallucinated power You thought that you had us stalled But ours are tears of liquid fire watch us cry a river over you" "To comprehend me, you can think of this place as my home. From here I've seen it all, throughout time I've watched your mistakes..." "But there's blood..." Then again, to comprehend me you can think of what I have gone through I've aided dirty hands when they've stoned defenseless innocents" "I am every stone on earth, everything is recorded in me But I'm not to interfere Just continue to act as if I'm not here I don't care for love or hate And I know there is no such thing as fate No greater power will punish your mistakes Your acts are out of your own free will" "I was here before you and I'll still be here when you're gone..."