The green grass grew too tall that's why they rise,

I want you laying by my side at nights,

Sometimes i even cry to see my prize,

But through it all ill have to fight the heights.

Make brighter days appear and love will shine,

To show me why you give me love inside,

And heal a heart that no one else made fine,

Then e'ry road i walk they'll see my bride.

Woodland to villas threw the punches hard,

With pain and pressure weighing like the brawl,

You full my cup of tea and steer the yard,

A wiser mind to lead the way for all.

We grew from young to old still living life,

And wishing things was much the same my wife.

©Mark Bryan