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I'm weaving a poem for you Made of the thread of life, of truth
Of mistakes I've made when in my youth, With the love I feel when I look at you,
And I hope I've made something better.
I'll take our child's first stumbling steps, And the fumbling of her teenage-ness;
All the promises we've never kept, And, together, all the tears we've wept,
And I hope I've made something better.
I'll weave it from a well-told lie And all those times I made you cry
The wonder felt through our child's eyes, How safe I felt with your hand in mine,
And I hope I've made something better.
For you I'll weave a poem Of the friends who stabbed me
With the knife I gave them.
Of the last goodbyes that were never spoken, And the flowers we left for those life had
broken, As we whispered words of consolation
That no one truly believed.
All the tear-soaked nights we lay awake, Thinking you could never forgive my mistakes,
And with every mortal breath we take, I can feel our lives just slipping away,
And I hope to God that I made something better!
But stumbling through this mystery that we call life,
I think, I know, that we'll be alright,
And honey, our future's looking bright.
So I'll weave a poem that's worth your while And it's made from our pain, and our tears
and smiles, From the vows we made at the end of the aisle.
And I hope, for you, I've made something new. I hope I have made us better.