There’s a stone

There’s a stone at the edge of a lake,

That’s been slapped by waves,

Longing for some comfort.

There’s a stone at the edge of a lake,

That’s been soaked by raindrops,

Longing for some warmth

There’s a stone at the edge of a lake,

That’s been knocked by magpies,

Longing for some peace.

There’s a stone at the edge of a lake,

That’s been hidden by shadows,

Longing for some light.

There’s a stone at the edge of a lake,

That’s been left all alone,

Longing to be held.

There’s a stone at the edge of a lake,

That’s been silent for too long,

Longing to be heard.

Sh

There’ll be days.

There’ll be days,

when the shadows will circle.

And you’ll have to remind yourself,

I am the light that keeps darkness away.

There’ll be days

When the fears will numb.

And you’ll have to remind yourself,

I am the hand that grips the sword.

There’ll be days

When the doubts will surround.

And you’ll have to remind yourself,

I am the walker and this is my path.

There’ll be days

When despair will chill.

And you’ll have to remind yourself,

I am the hope that warms.

There’ll be days

When Anguish will leach.

And you’ll have to remind yourself,

I am the love that comforts.

There’ll be days

When loneliness will cut.

And you’ll have to remind yourself,

I am the one I’ve been waiting for.

loading...

Sh