Piles of Silver

White horses on a range of blue the sky is grey and I'm telling you stones in the yard will bare the names piles of silver hide the blames when names are numbers in a row waves are high and the winds will blow as fast as they can out of breath some go headlong onto death while more numbers will mount the steeds to ride the range of dangerous deeds stones in the yards will bare more names piles of silver hide more blames Did you ever wonder why? Will we ever understand? Can a man judge a man, who sends another man to die? not for country not for love but for money just for money It is not a good time in the bay when common sense has gone away