I found old photos of you in your wedding dress
Spinning around in the Pemberton gym
No makeup or flowers or anyone else
Just you being you in your own way

I still recall the pushback in June
When we told the world what we planned to do
My hair thinned when my sister spoke
And I realized I’d lost the popular vote

My God,
How I took you for granted
And you still harvest pain that I planted
And with the patience of a saint, you wait

You should of thrown me out like a cigarette
Burnt out and used, crushed underfoot
Instead you opened your generous arms
Told me you believed that I could become someone

I love you more everyday