Gino Vannelli Yet Something Beautiful
His eyes roamed skyward
As she wheeled him in his chair
He twithced 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
To all that he had to say
He must have been
Her beau from way back when
Someone who she swore
To honor till the end
Life is cruel
There ain't no denying
At times too heavy a cross to bear
Yet something beautiful
When love is there
And the crowds did their damnest
To hide away their eyes
But people being people
They did otherwise
Still she tended to the needs
Of a man all bent and curled
As if God was in his heaven
And all was right with the world
She reached deep down
Inside his living hell
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
Some wear bright stars or medals on their chest
Some heroes go
Seldom being noticed
Life is cruel
There ain't no denying
At times too heavy to cross the dam
Yet something beautiful
When love is there
She stood him from his wheelchair
Sat him in the van
Kissed his cheek and whispered
You're still my man
