It's a fearful thing to love what death can touch

I read it on a tombstone as I stepped around the mud

and preceded down the row

and thought of those I walked above

and those I love alive

It's a fearful thing to love what death can take

I felt it in a shiver that chilled my every vein

as I came upon the stone

that stood alone

and bore a name that was the same as mine

For the first time I saw my mortality

It's reflection in the marble mirrored me

It left me with a new sense of priorities

To find and hold

and to bestow

my love on those

dear to me

It's a fearful thing to love what death can touch

I read it on the tombstone

of someone I miss so much