The days of long ago freedom to roam So much to see to own Conquer was his drive silliness was his fun He held the jobs late into the sun He made so many friends through and out He had his children born to him in and about He made a cozy home from something he bought The faith ... trust he does not got For there she stands a little boy by her side I see her bluff her need to hide She protects her heart she acts so tough Neglecting her womanly touch she seems so rough She lost her identity when she became his wife For security she has given her life The faith lost makes long days -- days of such short years My friend, don't make her gratitude her reason to love deep down she bleeds hungry tears Rectify the faith you've lost return her identity which has been sadly taken Let the ghost of the past be forsaken 'Cause to love is to choose is to believe -- Just as she believes in you, my friend!