Faded Tears



Laying in flowers she thinks of her life
She thinks of the day her love will make her his wife
She doesn’t speak aloud until what used to be a cloud
Is covered by his face as he sets down his guitar case
Soon she’s serenaded by the sound
Of his finger striking the guitar cords
As she wipes that falling tear that landed so perfectly on her cheek
She realizes she’s gonna be wiping more tears as he sings, “Will you marry me?”


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