It looks just like an old man and his old wife  Havin’ lunch in the food court at the mall  He stumbles twice, she holds on tight   And he’s embarrassed cuz he almost falls  It looks just like the sad end of a long life  But that ain’t it at all    What it really is is a boy home from world war two  One leg pinned up on his uniform  Tryin’ not to cry as he spit shines one black shoe  Scared she won’t love him anymore  What it really is is the smile on her pretty young face  As he crutches down the gang plank and that kiss  That’s burned from that day to this  That’s what it really is    It looks just like a small town around twilight  And a couple pushin’ a stroller up the street  They stop a while and the neighbors smile  At the baby’s pretty little hands and feet  It looks just like just another brand new life  But that picture ain’t complete    Cuz what it really is is one expert after another  Breakin’ their hearts month after month  Tellin’ her that she will never be a mother   And him that he will never hold a son  And what it really is is a waiting room and tears of joy  As he walks in with a little boy all his  His finger wrapped in a tiny little fist  That’s what it really is    So much of what this life can be   All depends on what you see    It looks just like a long line of headlights   Rolling slowly down a rainy country road  A small casket white, a cold, windy graveside  And a family with such a heavy load  It looks just like the sad end of a short life  But the truth be told    What it really is is the first breath she’s ever taken  That made her feel like she could fly  The grey skies above and the chains finally breakin’  And tellin’ the pain goodbye  What it really is is running to her Savior’s side  In a body glorified in bliss  As she slips her little hand into His  That’s what it really is