Do Stones Grow...?
Yes I say....and how do I Know?
to flanders fields and normandy beach I did go
In my days of glory,...I thought
But when my eyes did see the lands where fought
our young... their lives did lay
at the feet of victory in their day
and giving themselves up...an offering upon the altar
of freedom...they did not falter
their spirits roam restless, seeking
upon those battlefields past, the stones speaking
echoes to the winds
do you traveler...hear me?
You,....are still free
 
Yes those stones grow in ones heart till there is no room for anything else
to occupy the same space within.
And in ones mind a question is asked....Will I be as selfless as these men when I am called?
And the stones grow.... where once courageous men fought for...freedom
And the winds blow free,...and the stones grow
Row after Row upon Roll