Guided by the wind she walks among these old trees
For years she hears their appeal in a whisper
Without daring to answer it´s unreal
But troubled by nightmares she wants to know

In the light of dawn
She sees the stones and her tears flow
Despair in her mind
She feels the pain of her past

Now she can hear their story and uncover the truth
She wants to know the mystery of memories of stones

On the cold stone she closed her eyes so began vision
A gorgeous mansion laughter and tears so little time and then
Cries and fire a whirlwind of hatred
Blood on stone so much smoke
Then black hole

Plunged into a long night only lulled by whispers
Confined in his mind denying time passing by

Now she has heard her story and uncovered the truth
She feels the pain and the sorrow of the memories of stones

Her tears fall on them and mingle with the dew and the soot
They turn black as ink stains filled with regrets
She heard their voices all along her childhood
But nobody told her that the stones can not speak
However
Who can tell she is insane
Who can tell whats within a stone