Unturned Stones

Counting down the years with some remorse 

Breaking through the walls to see some light

Turning over stones better left untouched  

To make all the wrongs somehow right 


It’s hard to be this old and ‘ve not learned enough

Harder yet to be wise and ‘ve learned too much 

Is there really anything to know anyway 

Or are some stones better left untouched


I’m gonna ride into the wilderness 

To feel the wind 

Blowing through the cottonwood trees 

and chase the wind until it falls asleep 

to rest on the stone’s at my feet 


Had another restless night remembering  

Woke up clenching that same old stone 

Some stories need no more narration 

Why can’t I leave well enough alone 


I’m gonna ride into the wilderness 

To feel the wind 

Blowing through the cottonwood trees 

and chase the wind until it falls asleep 

to rest on the stone’s at my feet


A life spent polishing the unforgiving stone 

is finally laid to rest

Bejeweled by the roughest stones 

They say she looks her best


I’m gonna ride into the wilderness 

To feel the wind 

Blowing through the cottonwood trees 

and chase the wind until it falls asleep 

to rest on the stone’s at my feet

Published by guy pierce bell

Entrepreneur, Speaker, Agitator, Strategist

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