This day will be long.
I’ve gotta keep things straight, dig deep,
but I’ll stay strong.

“Come hell or high water” I’ll get through this day.
I’ll take it minute by minute,
think of our good times and play.

I’ll tell myself to be angry,
relive how you allowed words from others
to drag us through the dirt.
So should you look at me,
you’ll never see
on my face my woeful hurt.

I believe down the road on your journey’s stroll
You’ll remember this woman who adores you,
how your pride had to stay tough and cold,
The Devil at us once again laughing, cuz he took his toll.

I want to run to you, this urge doesn’t want to go away,
I know between us there’s still so much to share and say.
No matter.
Come hell, high water, or minute by minute,
I’ll get through this day.