Pensacola
As we crossed the bridge over Mobile Bay
I had yet to realize that this was the day
Our hearts were as one or so it felt
But I was not certain of the card I’d been dealt
Our plan, our purpose, our reason for being so far south
Was changed in your mind, it came from your mouth
What was, was gone, no choice but to start again
Could I find it in me, still to be a good friend
The rage and the anger, the sorrow and the guilt
Our love was a home, a stronger foundation it had built
The feeling is similar here, echoes of the past ask how
Please love me for me, is what I am pleading now
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