my place in line.

i've never been first,

and that is fine.

i've learned through the years,

my place in line.

my place in line,

is standing behind,

the girl with a life

i thought was better than mine.

along come the years

that help pass the time,

to give your life meaning,

and help you to find....

a life of your own,

to establish your home.

to raise happy children,

and watch them grow old.

to rock in the chair,

next to your grumpy old soul,

you can't imagine life without,

he, who makes your heart whole....

and the sun will rise

a little brighter each morning

almost as if,

it's to tell you a story....

of how one day you felt

like you were nothing at all,

and to look at yourself,

now, you're standing tall.

you did it yourself,

and you're doing just fine....

even if you're standing,

at the end of the line...