He remembers the dark nights fine
The rain on a sunny military town
A new year, a new beginning, 1969
She remembers the darkness
Occasionally visits regret
But it is in the gloaming that his childhood sadness lies
Looking upon his day of play from a window above
The street bathed in the glow of pink and orange skies
Her greatest gift was not the luck of circumstance
But a security delivered deeply to the soul
He looks down the line, the mystery yet to unfold
For his boys, one thing he knows
It is her love, he wishes to bestow
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