War times.
My mind wonder’s back in time to the big band sounds
Long elegant ball Gowns
Dancing to the excuse me waltz, feeling the eyes on me, I know I am attracting attention,
Hey man can I cut in.
Gazing up into his eyes, this time he is the one
I know just where its going, hear the music bursting out watch the dancers spin, here I go again this time I’m going to win
Time has past the music faded into another memory,
Now my thoughts drift back again, to ration cards and doodle bugs and military uniforms.
Belly swollen won’t belong and he will not be here
He died you know in action, that’s what I am asked to believe
But I know different and I know it’s a lie and a coward’s way out from me
He will never know the child he helped me to conceive.
Now I am Old and sit and dream of those times when I was young,
Thankful for those Memories and for my Child, a constant reminder of the Love I had for Him.
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