As I write these words tears are in my eyes.
And I am still a strong man that just happen to cry.

And I think-think.
Of all the things I have put her through.
Call me a clown, call me a fool.
And I accept those terms.

And yes, I daily pray for a change.
While knowing I be lost without her.

As I write these words tears, are still within my eyes.
And I still a strong guy.
Blessed with a wonderful prize right before my eyes.