Envelope On the Table
Walking thru the door my heart drops,
As I see the envelope on the table.
I call out for my wife all I hear is silence.
Standing all alone tears welling,
Up in my eyes I have never felt pain,
Like this before as if a hot burning,
Poker has been thrust into my heart.
I fall to my knees crying,
Calling her name out.
Staring at the envelope who,
Is laughing in my face as my heart breaks.
The creaking of the door shuts,
As I hear foot steps coming behind me.
Then I hear her "Baby, What's wrong ?"
I look up as tears stream down my face,
Pointing at the envelope, Why??
Then I see Roses and Champagne,
She holds my face with her hands,
Kissing me softly lightly on my lips,
Holding me close,
Then looking into my eyes , she smiles,
Telling me, It's an ultrasound,
We're pregnant. We're gonna have a baby.
I lift her up hugging her never,
Wanting to let her go.
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