Wedding Day

. . . . It was an indian summer, very warm that day but the leaves were falling on her wedding day it was time to marry her good and honest man live the perfect life, follow the perfect plan The guests were all there sitting in the church the groom was at the alter waiting just for her the music started playing, it was time but her feet were turned to stone she couldn't go Sometimes it doesn't work out like you plan there ain't no perfect life and there ain't no perfect man you just live with what you've got, do the best you can sometimes it doesn't get no better than, your wedding day She sees her old life slipping far away doesn't know what to do, don't know what to say she knows she'll have to change, be somebody else in being some man's wife she thinks she'll lose herself ~ the time has come, to stand or run ~ She covered her face, ran out side the church threw her flowered veil down into the dirt sat there on the ground and cried in pain I didn't want it to be like this, not on my wedding day Sometimes it doesn't work out like you plan there ain't no perfect life and there ain't no perfect man you just live with what you've got and do the best you can sometimes it doesn't get, no better than, your wedding day Then he came out of the church and sat down upon the ground with her stroked her hair took her hand held it to his face and said For your love I'd climb the mountains and for your love I'd swim the seas for you love I'd cross the dryest desert just to be your love for eternity You are my life, my heart, my soul and if you wear this ring I know no matter what other people say together we can make everyday our Wedding Day . . . Written December 12th, 2001 © on Dec 12 2001 01:24 AM PST   20 • 0 • 8