But better, that's my plea.
A kinder word, a gentler touch,
A love that means so very much.
I stumble, fall, and lose my way,
But rise again, each passing day.
A work in progress, through and through,
My love for you, forever new.
But better, that's my plea.
A kinder word, a gentler touch,
A love that means so very much.
I stumble, fall, and lose my way,
But rise again, each passing day.
A work in progress, through and through,
My love for you, forever new.
A constant hum of toddler woes.
The clock ticks fast, the day slips by,
A weary sigh beneath the sky.
He comes home late, with weary eyes,
"Another meeting," is his disguise.
She tries to smile, to make it light,
But shadows linger, day and night.
A constant hum of toddler woes.
The clock ticks fast, the day slips by,
A weary sigh beneath the sky.
He comes home late, with weary eyes,
"Another meeting," is his disguise.
She tries to smile, to make it light,
But shadows linger, day and night.
A love now lost, a hope forlorn.
A fragile piece, a broken sight,
Aching with pain, a darkened night.
But golden light, a healing art,
Mends the cracks, a brand new start.
Each fissure filled, a precious sight,
A masterpiece born, from darkest night.
A love now lost, a hope forlorn.
A fragile piece, a broken sight,
Aching with pain, a darkened night.
But golden light, a healing art,
Mends the cracks, a brand new start.
Each fissure filled, a precious sight,
A masterpiece born, from darkest night.
Doesn't mean it isn't heavy.
Doesn't mean it isn't heavy.