Forever and a Month of Sundays

She tiptoed across the landing down the stairs to the door With every step she took she felt the weight grow more and more Is it kinder to be cruel she breathed a heavy sigh She'd done her very best now it was time to say goodbye One last look was all it took she wiped away a tear She thought about the good times they'd shared year after year She thought about the bad times so hard to understand She thought she'd built her dreams on rocks but she'd built them all on sand Never in a month of Sundays Will she love again Forever in her heart the fun days Now just footprints in the sand He woke to find the sun was high he held his aching head The pungent smell of alcohol the cold and empty bed He stumbled to the bathroom to wash the blues away Another night of sadness another lonely day Weeks turned into months his addiction he slowly purged He watched a changing chrysalis until a butterfly emerged But every night in the empty bed he cried himself to sleep And he faced the monsters in his dreams the ones that went to deep Never in a month of Sundays Will he love again Forever in his heart the fun days Now just footprints in the sand On every beach come mornings reach Footprints are washed away But between the tide where lovers stride There footprints seem to say Where love remains love soon regains Like footprints in the sand And with every dawn the chance reborn For lovers hand in hand To make more footprints in the sand Sunlight through the window they bathed in its yellow glow He felt the coolness of her skin where the sun refused to go She felt the warmth of his caress she melted in his arms And in the morning sunlight she responded to his charms A year went by with a babies cry at last they felt complete In next to no time two more angels were playing at their feet They stood there arm in arm and watched their children play And never looked back at the troubled years like footprints washed away Forever and a month of Sundays They will love till then Forever in their hearts the fun days Like their footprints in the sand Forever and a month of Sundays They will love till then...