I could never forget her -- cold
Her gentle wisps of hair, charcoal gray
Hands frozen, wrinkled and old

Poised and proper, a dance too controlled
In her open-backed gown she’d sway
I could never forget her -- cold

In white, a beauty to behold
Her face turned pale and I began to pray
Hands frozen, wrinkled and old

Creasing the sheets into a stern fold
Struggling for the tender words to say
I could never forget her -- cold

The lies that the kids were told
Guilty tingles up my spine, a giveaway
Hands frozen, wrinkled and old

And if she knew our happiness, she’d scold
My failures, but they’re locked in my personal cache
I could never forget her -- cold
Hands frozen, wrinkled and old