Every Bloodstone Worn

(humm) We left the valley when the winter bit too deep

Carried our heavy hopes,

secrets we had to keep

Every calloused hand, every mile we walked In the quiet dark,

where only shadows talked I still see the road we cleared in

the snow

Paying the price for the seeds we chose to sow

For a better day,

we gave up our nights

Fought through the cold

for a glimpse of the lights

Every single scar

was a path we had to trace

Just to see the sunrise on your face

Now the fields are green and the children play

Underneath the sun we dreamed of yesterday

But my hands still ache

from the heavy stones we threw

For a better day,

we gave up our nights

Fought through the cold

for a glimpse of the lights

Every single scar

was a path we had to trace

Just to see the sunrise on your face

We paid the cost...

For all that we lost... (ahhhh)