White Magic Stone
Little boy on one weary, strange afternoon
Stood with closed eyes among tiresome toys
Slowly he started to ride on his dream horse
This will help perhaps
As he glances up, he found a big stone
Magical white stone at his feet
And the little boy doesn't play with anything else now
Miracle stone awaits him
The one who has chosen;
Became the chosen one
Do so and find the weight of you life!
He never stopped, wandered endlessly
Always wanted more and more he received
He left behind everyone but his magical stone
To the stone he was faithful
Hundreds waited him back, thousands he abandoned
Invisible stone marked his shoulders
Carried his stone, which he could only see
Until he arrived home
The one who has chosen;
Became the chosen one
Do so and find the weight of you life
Ailing heart doesn't beat so wildly now
On his face, a lingering innocent smile
A gray slob of stone lays next to his feet
And outside twilight sets in
Soft light descends on his head gently
Now the heaviness becomes free of the weight
The hard stone dissolves into haze
Flies away suddenly
The one who has chosen;
Became the chosen one
Do so and look for the weight of you life!
