The word wife doesn\'t really say that much!
Not to the soul that\'s willing to help my darkness turn to light!
To have such raw beauty it could take all the air out a room
Knowing their happiness is a nourishment to fix any wounds
Yet the garden needs gentleness to handle our rooms
As a husband it is often you hurt the one\'s closest to you
Taking the part of me I show no one else too, saying now what will you do?
Nothing but full down to the love of your grace and forgiving tenderness.
For in one word there can be a foundation to nest
Life, was first and wife is best, this is all nothing but a never-ending test
To give action and meaning to all we hold close to our chest.
Some days I fail, some days I pass. At least I\'ve got a ticket and making it last
Always with truth and respect in my heart