Halcyon winds blow o'er the grass
where the tranquil plants have grown.
And there, upon the hilltop
stands the sentinel of stone.
Endlessly his eyes do search
the far and distant plains,
the mountains and the gorges.
Through sun, through wind, through rain.
Stone sentinel stands watchful,
guarding all the lives he sees.
He rejoices when they're happy,
and he mourns them when they leave.
Stone sentinel can never move
from the hill on which he stays.
For anyone with need of him
he's never far away.
But stone sentinel is tragic
For a stone is only dead.
Love, and pain, and rage and joy
locked in words he leaves unsaid.
Stone sentinel can only watch
and make sure that all is well.
His silent gaze goes on for all
as he's trapped within his shell.
Stone sentinel will guard you
even when it seems he has forgot.
Words are merely not the way
for the one who does not talk.
Stone sentinel is only strong
when he's there to watch your back
but every time you leave his sight
his heart of stone does crack.