Your gravestone finally arrived today, That's what the voice on the phone had to say. "Come check it over, make sure it's right, and I will set it before tomorrow night." I cannot begin to describe the shock that I felt, When I laid my eyes on your stone, another blow was dealt. Seeing your name, written boldly in stone, My knees got weak, and I heard myself moan. It is final now, you really did die, The name on the stone is not a lie. Denial has gotten me far in my life, But I can't deny what is written in stone, my strife. I had to run, and hide in the truck, cause the tears are falling, and my heart has been struck. That name that is written upon that stone, is my beloved son, and yes, he is gone! How many times can my heart be broken in two, over and over, because I have lost you. All I can think is "It's written in stone", My son is gone, and I sit here alone. I really didn't expect to feel this much emotion, upon seeing your stone, and I wish for a potion, to erase the wrenching torment I feel in my heart, a pain I have become familiar with, since we have been apart. "God,", I asked, "How much longer? How many more times, must I feel this knife pierce my heart, live riddles and rhymes? I know he is better off up there with you in heaven above, but what do I do without the son that I love?" I watched as the stone was placed on your grave, And once again, I decided to be brave. So I stuffed the heartache and pain deep inside, with the rest of the feelings that I have to hide. I told the caretaker, "It's a beautiful stone.", as I stood there, I felt so horribly alone. But my face did not show it, and that voice continued to intone, You cannot deny it, it's written in stone