The Park Bench Rant - Matriarchs

I held your ^Cancient hand I flashed a ^Emtoothy grin And I've ^Cnever cried Like I ^Emsaw you cry When you ^Ctold me That you ^Emknew you'd die If you ^Cwent outside And it was ^Emcolder than sixty five. ^C And I'm just ^Emhappy I can ^Cfill your life Fill this ^Emcluttered house With ^Claughter ^Emagain. It's been a ^Clong long time Since your daughter ^Emdied And I'm ^Csorry I dreamed of ^Emsuicide It wasn't ^Cright. ^Em I ^Cknow it makes you sad To think you may ^Emnever see

And I would ^Clike to say There is a better ^Emplace After ^Cthis life. Well I'm ^Emsorry, we only get one ^Ctry. ^Em