Does he know that I’d do anything he asked me too?
Does he know that I’ll follow him where ever he may go?
Does he know that I’ll never love another?

Even if I could find the voice to say,
I’ve got a moral debt to deep to pay,
He’ll never know that he’s the only one.

Silence drapes the night,
The flickering picture from the TV
Eerily illumines everything in sight.

A shadow dances below a street light
Summoning lonely nightmares not unknown to me,

White for purity and grace,
For the youth carried in her face,
For the innocence of love.
As perfect as the flawless dove,
As it soars in untouched flight;
This is why the bride wears white.

I always turned away in order to miss,
The moment their lips meet in a kiss,
So I won’t have to see that display
Of love as warm as any summer day.
But once I turned around to slow,
And had to face what I wished not to know.

My tears are not for she,
And they are not for he,
They are not for joy,
Or just any boy.

My tears and self-pity,
A lonely girl in a big city,
With only one thing on my mind.
A lost girl the world will never find.

A wedding today, a funeral tomorrow,
Seeing them together fills me with too much sorrow.
I watch her walk down the church isle,
With her bright eyes and lovely smile.
Ready to become his wife,
Tomorrow I’ll take my life.

The bride’s bouquet is thrown in the air,
See the roses and lilies there.
The girls scramble, this bridesmaid does not,
It will not fall, it will be caught.

My love is a secret scarlet red,
I only admit it in my head;
I do love him with all my heart.
Now think of how it tears me apart
To know it was her he proposed too.
The pains greater than this are very few.

They’ve bought a house
Now that they’re spouse and spouse,
With a tiled roof and windows painted pastel,
With a fireplace and mantle,
A place to display every picture
Of one another, him and her.

Everyone at the Wedding

The ring bearer roars, thinking he’s a bear,
Giving the flower girl a scare,
Who thinks she’s a fairy.
The bride smiles happy and merry,
She hugs her mother,
And kisses her brother.
Her father slaps the groom on the back
And he’s dressed in white and black.
The groom’s father makes a toast,

She is the one in the white gown,
Who wears love’s golden ring and crown.
She is still my truest friend,
And I shall stand beside her until the end.

He looks so stunning and so sharp,