BarbarossaStones

stones that I carry around,
every stone's a story,
It weighs me down. but there is gold,
hidden by rock and sand,
I have to search a little harder now.. sharp as a marble,
these stones keep my feet on the ground,
all this experience
weighs me down. but there is gold,
hidden by rock and sand,
I have to search a little harder now.. but there is gold
hidden by rock and sand
I have to search a little harder now...