Graveyard On the Hill

1, 2, 3... white stones as far as I could see... This is for the boys that never got the chance to grow up. Because they put on that uniform, tied their shoes, kissed their mothers goodbye, and walked out to die. 105, 106, 107... How many angels flew to Heaven in the middle of the night, with the idea in their mind they would love to see another fight. This is for the husbands that would never get to see their women smile. Because with every step, mile after mile, they marched until their feet bled red and their lips were blue. 5001, 5002, 5003... Do you think they knew the price of fighting to be free? Fighting for people like you and me. Was it worth it? 10000, 10001,10002... I tried to count all the little stones, that smiled up at me with perfectly straight teeth. Reminding me of the boys that died with a smile on their face, sent to rest in a place they've never seen... The honor they died for... What did it even mean? 20000, 40000, 60000... I wanted to run through this sea, to prove the stones really did end. And that the death wasn't just a horror that continued passed the sun rise... How many stones would i have to cut my fingers on just to bleed a drop of blood for every man and boy who died for this country? 100000, 200000, 300000... I'm standing in the middle of a white sea with a hole in my soul I can't fill. Even with all the dirt from every single grave. How many men could we save? How many boys could we save? How many humans lost their humanity to another that was just shooting into the darkness? How many little letters were delivered... How many tears were cried at home? Was it worth it? 800000, 900000, 1000000... This is for the boys that never got to grow up. This is for all the mean who died for us. This is for them. For those who bled to dye the stripes red. For those who's stones color the stars white. For those who kissed death with their lips colored blue.