Here comes the bride,
The bride's dress
white,
And her eyes sparkling
with joy.
She steps up to the
stage,
And places her shaking
hands in his.
He smiles at her,
Hoping that she doesn't
know.
And she hopes that it
isn't so.
Its her love he wants,
He hopes that he can
show her that soon.
Here comes another girl.
Her hair shimmering in
the light,
The bride turns pale at
the sight and asks why?
Another then another
line up next to Her.
What has He done?
Was she not enough for
him?
But then here comes
another man,
And the bride remembers
when he had held her hand.
Through the church's
door,
Two more men do come,
Lining up to kiss the
bride, their love.
Can ether bride or the
groom deny now?
Here comes the bride,
Now twenty years later,
Her dress dirty and
torn.
She comes to morn her
broken heart at the place where she gave it away.
He sits alone,
Staying away from her,
Because he can't tell
her how much he loves her.
And their children are
gone,
Like the wind that will
not stay.
What has the bride and
the groom done?
Now, they leave each
other,
Not knowing how to
redeem their broken hearts,
Alone,
They wish they weren't
so,
Sitting alone in the
dark.
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