All the times that you could have told her
And the touch of her caring hands
She was on display the last time I saw her
The chin was cold and the hair was neatly combed
Your sacrifices were enormous, your shell of love a bastion
The same feeling when I saw you, each time you laughed each time you chuckled along
But the last times the keen mind was trapped inside your shell, and the sense of relief that lushes my tear wet chin, they were bold enough to tell
The story of a woman next to me, the anchor and the one that ill love for eternity
The relief on he’s face when he finally waved goodbye, he’s wrinkled hand and the soft demand that you must now take flight. The love he felt was hard enough to melt my already fragile mind. The ropes were stinging as they slid between my hands that time.
But the last times the keen mind was trapped inside your shell, and the sense of relief that lushes my tear wet chin, they were bold enough to tell
The story of a woman next to me, the anchor and the one that ill love for eternity