His eyes roamed skyward As she wheeled him in his chair He twithced and he trembled While his fingers clawed at the air He spoke in bits and pieces His words in disarray Yet she listened carefully To all that he had to say To all that he had to say
He must have been Her beau from way back when Someone who she swore To honor till the end Life is cruel There ain't no denying At times too heavy a cross to bear Yet something beautiful When love is there
And the crowds did their damnest To hide away their eyes But people being people They did otherwise Still she tended to the needs Of a man all bent and curled As if God was in his heaven And all was right with the world
She reached deep down Inside his living hell And touched the light Bound by a broken shell Life is cruel There ain't no denying In the end no one is spared Yet something beautiful When love is there
Some wear bright stars or medals on their chest Some heroes go Seldom being noticed Life is cruel There ain't no denying At times too heavy to cross the dam Yet something beautiful When love is there
She stood him from his wheelchair Sat him in the van Kissed his cheek and whispered You're still my manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
