The years are catching up to her
You can tell
Because she doesn't walk quite as fast
Or have the same smirk on her face
Like she did before she met life.
Although she swears she's just getting older
You can tell she's not just older
She's a little sadder too
Because when she sings
It's not as bright
When she looks at her children
Wishing she could do better
You want to look at them
And wish too
That maybe you could make it better
She loves Christmas
Giving gifts and forgetting stress
Although the dining room table
Is half empty
Leaving only her and her children
Half of a life left to live
You can see that she is scared
But when she looks out the window and smiles,
You just want to tell her
You have life left in you, too.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 7:44 PM UTC
The years are catching up to her
You can tell
Because she doesn't walk quite as fast
Or have the same smirk on her face
Like she did before she met life.
Although she swears she's just getting older
You can tell she's not just older
She's a little sadder too
Because when she sings
It's not as bright
When she looks at her children
Wishing she could do better
You want to look at them
And wish too
That maybe you could make it better
She loves Christmas
Giving gifts and forgetting stress
Although the dining room table
Is half empty
Leaving only her and her children
Half of a life left to live
You can see that she is scared
But when she looks out the window and smiles,
You just want to tell her
You have life left in you, too.
