SHE STARES AT THAT RING ON HER FINGER WITH A FAR
AWAY LOOK IN HER EYES
SHE THINKS OF THE MEMORIES THAT LINGER
OF THE GOOD DAYS THAT QUICKLY FLEW BY
AND SHE REMEMBERS WHEN A YOUNG MAN WOULD SAY
THAT HE'D FOUND THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE
SHE GAVE HIM HER HAND AND HE PLACED ON A BAND
AND ASKED HER IF SHE'D BE HIS WIFE
SOME MAY VALUE IT'S SILVER
AND SOME MAY VALUE IT'S GOLD
BUT SHE KNOWS NO GREATER VALUE THAN THE
MEMORIES IT HOLDS
SHE ADDED A STONE WHEN THE CHILDREN WERE BORN
AND HER HUSBAND NOW LOOKS DOWN FROM ABOVE.
SHE'S LIVED A GOOD LIFE AS A MOTHER AND WIFE
AND THE RING IS A SYMBOL OF LOVE
SOME MAY VALUE IT'S SILVER
AND SOME MAY VALUE IT'S GOLD
BUT SHE HOLDS NO GREATER VALUE THAN THE
MEMORIES IT HOLDS
AND HER FRIENDS KNOW WHEN TO LEAVE HER ALONE
THEY CAN TELL SHE NEEDS TIME TO CRY
SHE STARES AT THAT RING ON HER FINGER WITH A FAR
AWAY LOOK IN HER EYES
SOME MAY VALUE IT'S SILVER
SOME MAY VALUE IT'S GOLD
BUT SHE KNOWS NO GREATER VALUE THAN THE
MEMORIES IT HOLDS
THAN THE MEMORIES IT HOLDSthe night is restless
but no dream's in sight
and the sounds have no beginnings or ends
and that glow is not a light
the walls turn into waterfalls
with water made of thoughts that call,
"it's not O.K. to tip the glass
don't smile too long or shed a tear
you're not the only one that's you
things have changed, now we are here."
we are not the king and queen
what we are lies in between
the blankets that you've never seen
but over you are spread
"we are here," the voices sing
"we are here," the echo thunders
"here we are," the doorbell rings
"we are here and here in numbers"
the others came in from the hall
and thoughts with voices start to call,
"it's not O.K. to tip the glass
or smile too long or shed a tear
you're not alone the way you thought
things have changed, now we are here"