I was lost,
Never found.
Deep within this winter ground,
Its always cold ,
Where no light is found,
Broken empty hearts,
Lay all around.
Tears that fell ,
The wind that howls,
Through standing stones,
With words writ on them.
Like he was home,
Our little boy went back to stone.
Or she was loved,
Though she died to young.
our fathers here,
And we still do mourn.
Or mothers warmth turned to stone,
Yet weep no more for we are home.