What Will Be the Words

As I walk among these tombstones, There is peace amongst the dead. I read each etched inscription, What lives had they all led? Were the words in stone the truth, Or did some lie, to just save face? Did they live with real integrity? Or were they nothing but disgrace? Do people still come visit them, Do they walk here as I do? Did life pile on a ton of crap Or did they sail right through? I come here to remember, That each day I am above. I still have much to conquer. So that’s how I’ll show my love. Cause even when it’s raining, Or you’re buried deep in snow. Whenever I need clarity, I know just where to go. As I pass through these stone markers Of those who are now dead. There’s still time to change the words, That will be carved above my head.