Gather 'Round the Stone
Whispers of Sacrifice: Unraveling Ben Harper's Profound Tale
Lyrics
you're too young to know
You lack the experience or maturity to understand
that you're too young to go
You're not yet ready or equipped for what lies ahead
there's no freedom to be found
There's no true liberation or release
lying face up in the ground
There's no freedom when you're dead and buried
ashes from an unfinished life
Remnants of a life that wasn't fulfilled
are all that's left
Only ashes remain as a testament
in a tear-drop-shaped locket
A small ornament containing these remains
hanging from his mother's chest
It's worn close to the heart by the deceased's mother
you whip the back of freedom
Inflict harm on the idea of freedom
‘till it bleeds an oil stream
Until it starts bleeding and polluting
then you sail down upon it
Then ride upon this damaged concept
in your killing machine
Using a destructive instrument or power
old men who send children
Elderly individuals sending the young to die without purpose
off to die in vain
Sending them to a futile death
they will hear death's constant whisper
They will eventually face constant reminders of death
call remember my name
A call to remember the lost lives and their significance
gather 'round the stone
Come together around a grave or memorial
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