cynthia landon

A Good Man

Written By: Cynthia Landon

A Good Man

he feels the smooth of my hair
he feels the soft of my skin
I hold his hand when we walk
he’s proud that I wear his ring

and my friends they're all wishing they were me
living my life like a mermaid frolicking in the sea
and they don’t understand why I would leave a good man

they say what could possibly be wrong?
he leaves early in the morn
doesn’t come home 'til late at night
and asks so little in return

I can hear them say they were wishing they were me
living my life like a mermaid frolicking in the sea
and they don’t understand why I would leave a good man

although i seem to be OK
no one else can stand the grey
its definition that they seek
if I would give them just one peek

and still they might be wishing they were me
living my life like a mermaid frolicking in the sea
and they might never understand why I did leave a good man