This Lyric is: #072

Reconciliation
Kip White
c.2000 Kip White Publishing, ASCAP

out on galveston bay the boats are sheeted with ice
the old-timers say it's like 1951
I'm longing for springtime, for this winter to break
for you to relent and come home

perhaps your absence has reduced your contempt
and dulled the pain of our past
perhaps the embers of anger are spent
and I may see you at last

what price shall we place on love
for there is never enough
we hold on to hope - our hearts will be healed
and heaven will smile on us

do you remember that old truck out on county road 3
burned out with bullet holes through and through
a friend of mine saw her as a priceless antique
and restored her to better than new

I've been praying for some miracle cure
to reconcile you and me
love is precious so what must we do
to bring this pride to its knees

what price shall we place on love
for there is never enough
we hold on to hope - our hearts will be healed
and heaven will smile on us

out in the meadow it's the wrong time of year
for wildflowers to grow
long though the winter and hard as she is
bluebonnets are sure to show


[This message has been edited by Brian Austin Whitney (edited 08-31-2002).]