Our frozen bones,
have drifted far from home,
most of our days,
were paved with stepping stones,
set in our ways,
we left it all long ago,
under those stepping stones.
We can’t go back,
no matter how much pain,
there’s no escape,
just days and nights of rain,
long distance calls,
the hidden cost of
lives built with stepping stones.
You can't take it back, but don’t be afraid,
we’ll build something good with your broken remains.
Stepping stone soldiers, lay down your bones,
we’ll scatter what’s left in those fields that you made.
Stepping stone soldiers, cold and alone,
soon you'll be buried in a stepping stone grave.