On the porch of a country cabin
On a rocking chair
An old woman sits with a thoughtful stare
Her eyes filled with passion
Each wrinkle a story
Her smile spreads wide
To show her glory
The empty chair beside her
Rocks gently in the breeze
The old woman begins to freeze
But a gentle hand strokes her face
Wraps her in a blanket made of lace
Sitting beside her on the empty chair
He gives her a loving stare
Together they smile
For they knew from the start
Theyll forever be together
And never apart
I awake from this dream
To see him there
I watch him sleeping
And smiling I stare
We are young right now
But I smile as I know
Weve stil got years together to go
I cry from joy of what my dream had told
for nw i know hell still still be here Even when Im old.
by lor
On a rocking chair
An old woman sits with a thoughtful stare
Her eyes filled with passion
Each wrinkle a story
Her smile spreads wide
To show her glory
The empty chair beside her
Rocks gently in the breeze
The old woman begins to freeze
But a gentle hand strokes her face
Wraps her in a blanket made of lace
Sitting beside her on the empty chair
He gives her a loving stare
Together they smile
For they knew from the start
Theyll forever be together
And never apart
I awake from this dream
To see him there
I watch him sleeping
And smiling I stare
We are young right now
But I smile as I know
Weve stil got years together to go
I cry from joy of what my dream had told
for nw i know hell still still be here Even when Im old.
by lor
