I'm the proud mother of three wonderfully talented souls. My daughter, Jayne, is my 'songbird' and I'm so happy to share her talent with all of you who visit here.
LYRICS FOR:
"What It Really Is"
By Michael Higgins
It looks just like an old man and his old wife
Havin lunch in the food court at the mall
He stumbles twice, she holds on tight
And hes embarrassed cuz he almost falls
It looks just like the sad end of a long life
But that aint it at all
What it really is is a boy home from world war two
One leg pinned up on his uniform
Tryin not to cry as he spit shines one black shoe
Scared she wont love him anymore
What it really is is the smile on her pretty young face
As he crutches down the gang plank and that kiss
Thats burned from that day to this
Thats what it really is
It looks just like a small town around twilight
And a couple pushin a stroller up the street
They stop a while and the neighbors smile
At the babys pretty little hands and feet
It looks just like just another brand new life
But that picture aint complete
Cuz what it really is is one expert after another
Breakin their hearts month after month
Tellin her that she will never be a mother
And him that he will never hold a son
And what it really is is a waiting room and tears of joy
As he walks in with a little boy all his
His finger wrapped in a tiny little fist
Thats what it really is
So much of what this life can be
All depends on what you see
It looks just like a long line of headlights
Rolling slowly down a rainy country road
A small casket white, a cold, windy graveside
And a family with such a heavy load
It looks just like the sad end of a short life
But the truth be told
What it really is is the first breath shes ever taken
That made her feel like she could fly
The grey skies above and the chains finally breakin
And tellin the pain goodbye
What it really is is running to her Saviors side
In a body glorified in bliss
As she slips her little hand into His
Thats what it really is
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