Raining Stones

C @ Amanda West & Bob Porri

Thoughts are colours in my mind,
throwing tantrums in my head,
they explode in blinding whirls,
shades of blue and other noise
long lost toys coming of age,
another page

Among the wild and angry swirl
Are the ones I call my friends
Flying out and in my soul
Their colours bend into my bones,
Bringing love within my life,
open my eyes

Raining stones
In my head
Raining stones
No regret

When I dream of where I'm from,
I hear the many pipes of pan,
Calling out I found my love,
Like my story never was,
Losing something I can't find,
always blind

Raining stones
In my head
Raining stones
No regret

My life is just a golden haze
Full of things I cannot see
Where are the rocks I want to hear
Where are the colours are they near
My bed floats gently on the waves,
in the caves

Raining stones
In my head
Raining stones
No regret

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