We Were Young
When I look at your picture
The first thing I see
Is your laughing brown eyes
Smiling at me
When we talked
We talked for hours
And I remember the day
You brought me flowers
We were so young then
We hadn’t a clue
That our time was running out
That God was waiting for you
I wept in the church
As our friends said goodbyes
I wept in our room
As tears fell from my eyes
Now I look at your picture
And the first thing I see
Is your sad, loving eyes
I know you’re waiting for me
Copyright © Ellen Gwaltney Bales | Year Posted 2023
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