Stone - Lander/Matt Hylom

Always gone

She's counting on

The same old ways to live her life

Thoughts spin on

Her open arms take hold of anything she finds

She says she's had enough

So she's giving up the war

She said it's not enough

So she's looking out for more

'Cause maybe today a tree will blossom in the rain

Maybe at twenty three she'll find a life again

Maybe all our dreams will be carved in stone

Maybe all our dreams will bring life to our bones again

She raises doubts

Of pathways out from worries that linger in her mind

Without a sound

She wonders 'round and comes seek what answers

She can't find

'Cause maybe the refugee will throw away his chains

And maybe her empty sleeve will wear her heart again

Maybe all our dreams will be carved in stone

Maybe all our dreams will bring life to our bones again