Pocket Full Of Stones
Some people carry gold, some carry dreams… and some carry a pocket full of little stones. Each one is a memory, a lesson, a regret, or a moment that changed us. ❤️🌊
This song is about the things we collect along the way in life—the heavy ones, the beautiful ones, and the ones we keep simply because they remind us who we are.
A gentle song with a catchy chorus and a little smile hidden between the lines. 🎶☀️
Sometimes the things that weigh us down are also the things that keep us grounded.
🎵 Written by Allan Nygaard (AN-26 Reggae)
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Lyrics
I been walkin' down this old dirt road
With a little too much in my load
Some are worries, some are fears
Some I carried all these years
Every stone got a story to tell
Some from heaven, some from hell
I thought I needed every one
'Til I felt too heavy for the sun
Then the ocean whispered low
"Son, there are things you gotta let go"
I got a pocket full of stones
Carried them too long on my own
Set one down beside the sea
And the tide gave one back to me
Pocket full of stones, pocket full of dreams
Life ain't always what it seems
Drop a few and you'll be free
Keep the ones that help you be
One was anger, sharp and grey
One was sorrow that wouldn't fade away
One was guilt I couldn't explain
One was just an old heartache
Then I found a little smooth white stone
Marked with words: "You ain't alone"
That one fit right in my hand
Like a message I could understand
The sea don't judge what you bring
It just listens to everything
Washes some away from sight
Leaves a few that still feel right
I got a pocket full of stones
But I don't carry them all alone
Set one down beside the sea
And the tide brought peace to me
Pocket full of stones, pocket full of grace
Every line upon my face
Some we lose and some remain
But every stone has shaped our name
Pocket full of stones
Pocket full of dreams
Leave a few beside the sea
And keep the ones you need
