Found your heart in a stone As I was walking near home On a beach that was made out of glass I remember the grief in You trying to teach me That moments just couldn’t last And though we had many The moments of plenty They never were going to ring true Does it matter at all now I never found out how There was love in the meaning of you?
‘Cos you lived in a world That had always been turned By ambition and ambition’s plans You had always been deaf to Those trying to test you Speaking aloud with their hands But If there is love in meaning It is all about leaving And fire will always burn cold And the singing of songs Is where sadness belongs When Truth is a heart turned to stone
Take the heat from your eyes Where it never looked nice And use it to keep yourself warm I am safe from you stealing The best of my feelings My beaches will never be yours And though there are reasons To know all of love’s seasons I like it now winter is done Along shorelines of glass I am learning to laugh By holding you up to the sun
And if life is a maze I will walk it with grace And not try to take it with greed Though I will not forget, love Those times were the best of Our bravest attempts to be free Your heart is a stone then I’ll take it back home then To keep as a archive of truth It can’t hurt me at all now To at last come to know how There is love in the meaning of you.
A Song of sorts ... sung to the metre of 'To Ramona' by Bob Dylan (almost) - The first time I learned a chorus wasn't necessary.