My dreams, my tears, my hopes, my fears. Yearning love I immerse. My world in a verse
Sunday, July 29, 2018
The Stone Cried
© 2018 Mark Cote
willows may weep
with every gust of wind
do they know
the spell they are in
why does the willow weep
not for you not for me
gentle wind she blows
only she is the one
the one who knows
but she won't reveal
her mysteries
(chorus) the stone cried
but nobody saw
the shell was made
when you withdraw
while it may rain
down inside
no one will see
when the stone cried
angel's tears
are falling down
kiss and heal the fertile ground
everyone can see and feel
but they don't know
ocean waves
rise and fall
touch the beach but then withdraw
and she won't reveal
her mysteries
(chorus)
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