Do you cry at night?
Do you miss the bits of life you left behind?
Did you fail to wait for your imagination?
Did you laugh aloud?
When you were younger - before you were proud?
Did you play faithfully - never fearing condemnation?
What makes your heart tick; what image sits in your memory
Under a pile of leaves fallen from a sleeping tree,
From when you were free?
Roll Away – roll away the stone.
Roll away the stone and go back home
To who you are deep down in your heart.
To who you once believed you were meant to be.
Did you wake from a sleep?
Had you too soon forgotten all of your dreams?
Did you think you left behind
The keys to the treasures buried in your mind?
Don't you know you can roll with the music
Or with the changes or with the flow
Or roll away the stone?
Roll Away – roll away the stone.
Roll away the stone and go back home
To who you are deep down in your heart.
To who you once believed you were meant to be.

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