:: Precious Stones ::

We will become precious stones.
We will gather ourselves on lonely shores
And we will be lonely no more.

And still, so brilliant,
Laced with gold,
Warm we lay in sweet Earth's hold,
We will crave the Sea's stories told.

Through waves we did roll,
Through time we did pass,
Lest we forget;
But now we are here at last,
And together here, we rest.