names carved in stone

I walk among the weathered lines of slate and stone

The ravens watch from branches dry and bare

Here lie the enemies who left me all alone

And those who held my hand when hope was there Now all

the ancient arguments are swept away The bitter words are carved in

silent gray Can you still hear me through the freezing clay?

Or are we destined to become the dust we fear? (ahhhh)

I wish I spoke the words I kept inside

Before the quiet of the earth took hold

Now we are equal in this valley of our pride Two names

on stone, both turning cold (caw

caw)

And when the winter covers up my name

And someone else stands where I stand today Will they remember how

we fought the flame?

Or does the silence take it all away?