Echoes In the Stone

ECHOES IN THE STONE No one can turn back the hands of time Reliving the war, TEXAS her independence The tombs so deep, where real hero's fought and fell A place so precious, sacred in every hold A timeless journey, with no stop to heal To find your eyes upon this treasure's glaze Hearing stories not found in fairy-tale books Finding GRACE in this AMAZING place The legendary ALAMO, over freedom, a ghost town Walking by the thousands, beyond this land Outnumbered Echoes in the stones A painful event, UN erased Defenders of the ALAMO gathered to unite With their life's they put up an honorable fight Heroes who embraced a defeat in March 1836 A battle deeply wounded overnight Bravery in their hearts No time to be scared. Where the wind now blows, Echoes in our souls. With one touch, embrace the south wall Hearing whispers, sad echoes-I call Chills traveled down my spine Standing among all heroes who are still buried, In their home at the ALAMO Echo's in the stone Proud of the ALAMO. Echoes in the stone Where a hero still stands tall Heroes even beyond their last breath, Death being their only bail Heroically fighting with their own will and liberty In hopes, that justice would prevail The ALAMO rebuilt, standing strong Full of life, in the center of San Antone' The voices, the scream, Piercing the stone Fighting till their death "Remember the Alamo!" The echoes in the stone, a hero's home Locked inside each stone of eyes Heroes who died, Cried their last words "VIVA THE ALAMO!" SKAT