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The Lucky One

Lyrics to a country song I wrote for Donna, who can’t see in herself what is so obvious to others…

From a distance I’ll sit back and simply watch her;
She’s quick to laugh, she smiles with her eyes.
Her soft brown hair falls gently to her shoulders;
Her face could light the darkest desert skies.

But, still, somehow, I don’t believe she knows it;
Despite my words she doesn’t understand.
She tells me she’s just glad to be my lady;
But I’m the lucky one ’cause I’m her man.

Her tender hands attend to all our children;
Her soothing touch is mine when I return.
The kids and I agree there is none better
At making time for sorrows or concern.

But, still, somehow, I don’t believe she knows it;
Despite my words she doesn’t understand.
She tells me she’s just glad to be my lady;
But I’m the lucky one ’cause I’m her man.

She expects of me the highest I can rise to;
She asks about my life as if a quiz.
With each success I wish to turn and tell her
I’m what I am because of who she is.

But, still, somehow I don’t believe she knows it;
Despite my words she don’t comprehend.
She tells me she’s just glad to be my lady;
But I’m the lucky one ‘cause she’s my friend.

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Wes Stephenson

Author, motorcyclist, poet, and adventurer. Let's journey together.

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