I came where the old stones stand, Half-buried deep in forgotten land. No name remains, no words survive, Yet something here is still alive. I remember... What you have forgotten. The rain has worn the faces away, The roots have swallowed what once held sway. But every stone beneath my feet Still knows the names of those who sleep. Listen to the silence... It remembers you. Do not ask the stones Why they never speak. Ask yourself Why you stopped listening. I HEAR THEM. THE STONES REMEMBER! And so will I. THE NAMES WE BURIED! Will never die.
