His eyes roamed the skyward, as she wheeled him in his chair
He twitched and he trembled, while his fingers clawed at the air
He spoke in bits and pieces, his words in disarray
Yet she listened carefully, to all that he had to say
He must have been her beau from way back when
Yeah
Yeah
Someone she swore to honor till the end
Life is cruel, there ain't no denying
The times too heavy a cross to bear
Yet something beautiful when love is there
And the crowds did their damnedest
To hide away their eyes
But people being people
Made it otherwise
Still she tended to the needs
Of a man no bent and curved
As if God was in his heaven
And all was right with the world
She reached deep down inside his living hand
And touched the light bound by a broken shell
Life is cruel, there ain't no denying

In the end no one is spared
Yet something beautiful when love is there
He spoke in bits and pieces, his words in disarray
Yet she listened carefully, to all that he had to say
He must have been her beau from way back when
Yet she listened carefully, to all that he had to say
Life is cruel, there ain't no denying
The times too heavy a cross to bear

She stood him from his wheelchair, sat him in the van, kissed his cheek and whispered,
You're still my man.