she has your smile and deep set eyes
and the name that we had chosen.
she's standing sweet in her homecoming dress
and I wonder about her heart.
who is the dark haired boy by her side?
did she choose him because he is like her daddy?
will he hold her close as the music plays?
comfort her when she cries?
will he wrap his arms around her and whisper in her ear?
will he watch with quiet laughter at her silliness,
patiently waiting for her confusion to clear?
will she know more than I and eschew damaging pride?
will she treat him with respect
and accept the love he has to offer?
the time's gone by
I can't help but cry,
"what is pride?"
a concrete block tied to my ankle,
it pulled me down to the darkest depth,
I hit the desolate bottom ..
why?
that word can't help~
no answers will erase the years of not being in your embrace.
