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