Wandering along grassy paths
Stories set in stone
Looming granite monuments
Tower those reduced to bone
Feeling sadness for the lost ones
that never made it home
Knowing one day I will join them
Six feet under and alone
Someone walks along my grassy path
What are they thinking of
They read my tombstone and they wonder
how much I was loved
I am no longer sad
for I know the truth is this
Our trials upon this earth are brief
But paradise is infinite bliss
