The crying eyes of a gentleman
catch tears within my own
and I am lost, so lost again
and struggle,
struggle,
struggle to keep
the smile turned on.
Hymns and gospel songs
combat no anger, no sadness
and lost memory can
not overcome the depths
that faith can go
I see the gentleman crying
his tears well up my own
the wedding bells played this for the wedding
and arthritic wrinkled hands hold up
tufts of wild white hair
propped up by wheelchair arms
as he struggles in vain
to remember her name.
Gloria...