As I walk through gardens of stone,
Fear shows its face.
Darkness appears, swallowing my beliefs
Into a shallow grave.
Not knowing when I'm going to fall,
All I can do is to call for your name.
Passing each stone, there's only a memory of a name.
Above, the souls embrace your name.
Wind blowing through my soul;
Trees whispering;
Leaves running by,
Laid to rest as the wind blows its last breath.
Dark clouds assemble,
Thunder speaks.
Shadows drifting by,
Touching each stone,
Never to be alone.
