Riverstone

It was 2 years today, that my heart broke
A nightmare from which I never woke
I was confused and sad and very alone
That fateful morning on the River Stone

I was cursing and crying and wailing about
Filling my soul and yelling it out
When I felt a presence, that wasn’t my own
And an angel rose from the River Stone

I can do it anyway, I can go it alone
But I’ll wait for you anyway, on the river stone

And she opened a book and blew of the dust
Of 10,000 lifetimes of love and trust
In fact under most was only a name

The first was a quilt about 100 years old
Made all of old cotton doll clothes
The next was an African ceremonial drum
Carved with a song that had never been sung

I can do it anyway, I can go it alone
But I’ll wait for you anyway, on the river stone

As I flipped through the book, like a history of man
I could see their lives and understand
They all had been hurt, they had all felt pain
They had loved and lost and loved again

And from their sorrow came a work of art
All different shapes of the human heart
On the very last page was a song of my own
About the day I cried on the river stone