The Hanging Dress...

I watch you growing old, I see that smile every morning, when I brush my teeth,
In this mirror, I need to let go, I can't take anymore hurting, I just want to breathe,
I hear you whisper words of love, "are you coming back to bed"
For the life of me, I just can't understand why,
Why, he didn't take me instead!

I see a reflection of your dress, hanging on the bathroom door,
Please forgive me, but I've got to let go, I need to live once more,
I promised to stay with you, your tooth brush is still in the holder,
As I inhale a gasp of sorrow, memories flood, then I become colder.

With this dress, we spent evening's of love,
With this dress, we spent evening's of lust,
With this dress, our feelings became one,
A dress like this, I can't see it, to be gone.

When you got ready, words of uncertainty were spoken,
Everytime!
You were the beauty, it was me, who was broken,
For them times I can't get back, I feel like they have been stolen?
But as I stand here, in the mirror, I can hear my daughter's moaning,
"Dad! Hurry up!"
"I need the toilet!"
I laugh at them and smile, but I only wish, you were alive for these moments...

We walked the town, like young lovers once again,
Thinking we'd beat this cancer with no more pain,
Drenched in a love that lingered, from the pouring rain,
I can almost smell it, I know life, will never be the same.

A dress like this,
It's been so long,
I can still smell the perfume and hear our favourite song,
A dress like this,
How it hangs without body,
But,
I see you dance within it, I feel your shaking hands,
Walking down the aisle, faces upon us with eyes of happy tears,
The minute I stole a look, I knew that I was the luckiest in the land!

With this dress, we spent evening's of love,
With this dress, we spent evening's of lust,
With this dress, our feelings became one,
A dress like this, I can't see it, to be gone.

I have one last box with your name on it, your little red number is the last item,
Our daughters sat me down and they told me,
"Dad, you've gotta stop fighting"
If I let go, I won't be able to smell the flowers I once gave,
If I let go, I won't even know where to begin, I'm not that brave.

It's a hard life without you,
A hard,
Hard,
Life...

Our daughters have your strength,
Today,
I'll box up your little red dress,
The note you left me,
Page after page,
Now, I finally see,
But no more pain,
Today,
I look at my face,
White teeth,
No smile,
To your dress,
We say goodbye...