I sat next to my mother’s grave early one morning – wrote this song…all the tombstones leant over – except my mother’s – hers was brand new.
Gaze upon those tilted stones
Where lives are laid to rest
Cold granite reflects the morning sun
Winter dew carpeting the ground
Those loved ones once so real
Just memories from the past
I contemplate the meaning
Of those that lived on earth
One day the time will come
When we will meet again
Hold hands once more
Rejoice again in harmony
And be remembered
By loved ones
Gazing upon those tilted stones.
Michael Forty