The Ring

She stares at that ring on her finger

With a far away look in her eyes

She thinks of the memories that linger

Of the good days that quickly flew byAnd she remembers the day

When a young man would say

That he'd found the love of his lifeShe gave him her hand

And he placed on a band

And asked her if she'd be his wifeAnd some may value its silver

And some may value its gold

But she knows no greater value

Than the memories it holdsShe added a stone when the children were born

And her husband now looks down from above

She's lived a good life as a mother and wife

And the ring is a symbol of loveAnd her friends know when to leave her alone

They can tell she needs time to cry

She stares at that ring on her finger

With a far away look in her eyes