She sits down on the sofa
Opens up an old photo album full of pictures and postcards
Sent from Fred in World War II
The tears rushed down her head with nowhere to run to
Her grandson hugs her arm and asks her
"Grandma, what's wrong, what happened to grandpa?"
The thump in her throat still won't move
And the rhythm between her eyes starts to flow faster
15 when they met in a small town
On the outskirts of the city that was worn down
She recalls climbin' up that hill
To catch a glimpse of the world from an outside perspective
Fred always said that he would love to teach her how to fly
But he was scared to death of what would've happened if she died
So he held her in Heaven, let go, and they fell deep in love with each other
Life is but a miracle
All you know is fading slow
Never know just what you have
Until it's gone over the rainbow
You'll get better, yes you will
He'll get better if he's loved
She remembers the first time, he forgot who she was
Ten hours a day at the nursing home
Fred laid in bed, stayed fed through tubes
So she would read him poems
He always told her courage is to face your fear
Even though he hadn't recognized her aging face for years
She didn't give in though she knew
That even though he had a hole in his brain
It wasn't safe for him to stay alone
And every day she noticed all the roses in the vase withering away
But hoped and prayed that they would maybe grow
Life is but a miracle
All you know is fading slow
Never know just what you have
Until it's gone over the rainbow
You'll get better, yes you will
He'll get better if he's loved
She remembers the first time, he forgot who she was
And as her grandson looked up at her
She couldn't help to ignore her daughter and son-in-law
In the other room arguing about something that didn't matter
She told 'em both not to move and picked up her husband's glasses
"Try them on", she said, she said, "Why?"
'Cause I'd like to share with you how your father liked to look at life
Her daughter stubborn and sat held the glasses in her hand
So she sat 'em all down on the couch and this is what she said
"Your father probably would have liked for me to tell you
That the night when you were born was the night that he put down the bottle
And if you ever get in a fight with someone you love
Know that if they die before apology you wouldn't live to see tomorrow
Never know what's gonna come, so when it goes it's hard to cope
Never run from what you know, controls emotional reactions
When you take your anger out on someone else
It's only an escape from looking inside of yourself and taking them for granted"
Life is but a miracle
All you know is fading slow
Never know just what you have
Until it's gone over the rainbow
You'll get better, yes you will
He'll get better if he's loved
She remembers the first time, he forgot who she was