A FIELD OF STONE
She walked out in a field of stone.
She was talking, but walked alone.
To whom she talked, I did not know,
Or why she chose that way to go.
Why did she walk her field of stone?
Why did she talk, and walk along?
To whom she talked, no one could see,
But never did she speak to me.
She searched for what she could not find,
But still she walks within my mind.
Why did she walk her field of stone?
Why did she talk, and walk along?
Her field of stone is lying there
Dark and dreary, so cold and bare...
Except for one small place she missed
So lovely, angels must have kissed.
Why did she walk her field of stone?
Why did she talk, and walk along?
The tiny spot where flowers grew
She never saw, but yet she knew
Her life's treasure was buried there...
And no one else would even care.
Why did she walk her field of stone?
Why did she talk, and walk along?
I don't know where she walks today,
Or if she ever found her way.
Somehow I think she's not alone
While walking in her field of stone.
~Author~
Glen Pysell
©2006
The midi you are listening to is......"I Believe"
Please... Do not copy or reproduce without written permission from the author.
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