The road forgets the stones recall
Each trace of pain each rise each fall;
Their silence hums through dirt and rain
They hold the memory of pain
The prints remain when feet are gone
The echo lives where time moves on;
No mark erased no sound denied
Each step preserved each tear implied
The stones bear witness kind yet still
They shape the earth to human will;
Their patience teaches what is known—
That faith survives in things of stone
Each traveler leaves behind a vow
Each rock a page each mark a plow;
Through walking worn the heart ascends—
Where stone remembers faith extends