Every night we real live it

the darkest of days.

Every day we try to live on

No one goes to the stones.

  They are far yet to near for us

  where no one goes

  to black reflecting stones

  with names written on them.

When darkness falls, we relive it

the bloodiest of days

When we try to live on,

our mind block out the stones.

  On the smooth surface

  of the black stones

  are names of men and people

  lost in the battle.

Every night is relived

by the most darkest days lived

when all fell down,

to a war of nations.

  The dark reflecting stones 

  are a remainder of a we lost,

  the love taken away,

  and nations fall.