“They Were Getting Married”
Standing at the altar,
He pulls the ring out of his pocket,
He was getting married,
Am I ready? Am I good enough for her?
Can I be a good husband?
She is so perfect, so beautiful,
How could she want someone like me?
Flowers in her hair, a white gown,
Flowing ’round her gentle body,
As she walked toward the doors,
She was getting married,
Am I ready? Am I good enough for him?
Can I be a good wife?
He is so perfect, so handsome,
How could he want someone like me?
The music starts, he looks up from the ring,
The doors open, she sees him standing at the altar,
He sees her standing in the door way,
Their eyes lock, all thoughts, all thinking,
Are gone.
The only thing running through their heads is,
I love him, I love her.
The audience watches as the bride floats down the aisle,
Her white gown sways around her body,
Like a cloud of mist, She is my angel he whispers,
I can’t believe she’s mine, still standing by the altar,
He stands as tall as he can, a smile spread wide across his face,
My prince charming, she whispers,
I can’t believe he’s mine.
They were getting married,
She meets him at the altar,
He whispers, I love you, she says,
All my dreaming is over, ‘what do you mean?’ he asks softly,