If Tombstones Could Talk
By: Steven Schultz
There’s a fever on my heart
One that won’t seem to break,
Soul shattered to a million pieces
What’s the threshold of pain one can take?
Oh, what I’d give
To again, hear you speak,
All you do now is listen
Under the ground do you feel my feet?
But then the breeze comes on me
And the chimes from the trees start to swing,
I kneel to touch your tombstone
There’s another lesson you’re about to bring.
‘I’m not here!’ You whisper
And I’m shaken to my core,
You tell me the only way to see you
Is to love the living even more.
For tombstones don’t talk
Nor do they need your hug,
Go breathe life into the living
Let the lonely and the hurting know how I loved.
