The Park Bench Rant - Matriarchs

I held your ^Cancient hand I flashed a ^Emtoothy grin And I’v^Ce never 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 jus^Emt happy I ca^Cn fill your life Fill this ^Emcluttered house With ^Claughter ^Emagain. It’s been ^Ca long long time Since your daughter ^Emdied And I’^Cm sorry I dreamed of ^Emsuicide It wasn’^Ct right.^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’^Emm sorry, we only get on^Ce try^Em.