I recall the depth I saw within those violet eyes;
eyes that glowed when they were aimed at me, to my surprise
Her hair, a waterfall of liquid gold around her face
framed her with such mystery, such beauty and such grace

A worn out window stool within a down-town seedy bar
was where I went to dull the pain, to feel it from afar
the empty whiskey glasses calmed the war within my heart
by helping me forget those men whose limbs were torn apart

I'd little to be proud of, 'least that's how I saw it then
for why had I been spared instead of all those “better” men?
I couldn't hold a job and lived on welfare day to day
with weakened soul and battered hope, I saw no other way

But she was like a message sent for me to try again
she told me I was just as good as all those other men
I lived a happy life while she remained there by my side
and burst with boundless pride the day that she became my bride

Now I hold her wrinkled hand, the wedding band so thin;
it lost its shine some years ago, as she's lost hers, within
I'd always felt such gratitude to have her as my girl
yet now I'll face my life without her lighting up my world

I sense my old fears lurking in the shadows of our room
the rise and fall of her last breath is coming way too soon
I'm listing like a ghost ship without anchor, setting sail
through deep and troubled waters, as her heartbeat starts to fail

I kiss her silver hair, so feather light, my last goodbye
weary fingers stroke my own, her breath a peaceful sigh
Those violet eyes slide open, briefly shining once again,
within their depths I see a man as good as “better” men