To That Stranger Who Knows My Name

She said we'd never met before,
but I knew that wasn't true.

I remember re-learning how to walk
as she stood right by my side.
She told me that I'd falter,
but'd soon gain strength in my stride.

I remember the way she looked
when upon her finger I placed a ring;
how the tears swelled in her eyes
as the choir began to sing.

I remember her big bear hugs
and the way she used to kiss me;
fourty years can't take that away, no...
only death will take my memory.

I remember the sound of screaming
as the bullet went through the glass;
how her body laid so limply
and our lives appeared to pass.

I recall the sound of shooting,
and the shot that took my wife...
though she's staring back at me,
I know it's the end of our old life.

She said we've never met before,
but I know that that's a lie.
I'll remember those fourty years we had
until the day we die.