LYRIC FOR SALE

By Debra Schreck

A young girl, hot headed - a little glam
Found herself in a bit of a jam
Days went by and she decided to rise
She said "I sure hope he has my blue eyes"
Some months later she got so much more
She could have fallen straight to the floor
He was the most beautiful thing
She had ever seen.
The purest love, what a dream

It was the truest, bluest love
You know, it was the truest, bluest love

The days went by, if he started to cry
She could look him right in the eye
And see the truest, bluest love.
That little boy, what a life he did have
Brightened everyone in his path
So very sweet and full of laughs
Then, tragedy - she could no longer see his eyes
She was so lost all she could do was cry
So sad and so very blue

It was the truest, bluest love
You know, it was the truest, bluest love

How can she get through another day?
With the only faith that shows the way
She knows God holds his little hand
And one day they will meet again
Hold on sweet girl until time for home
No pain, no sorrow when you're up above

God will show you the truest, bluest love
The way it is meant to be, the truest, bluest love

Just have to hold on longer
With every day you will grow stronger
You will always have the truest, bluest love
Will always remember your truest, bluest love