A necklace heavy with memories
Of promises broken and kept
Hanging close to my heart
In favor and regret

A package full of pictures bound
With leather and with love
Filled with letters of love and hate
Reminding me that I’m still young

Steel angel with an iron kiss
Filled with tears and blood
Chipped and cracked but I still need
To feel it’s painful love

Book of pictures, things I see
Sketches, drawings, memories
Inside these pages sleeps a dream
Inside these pages I am free

A notebook filled with words of heart
On these pages new and old
Day by day remembering
Pouring out my heart and soul

These things have become a part of me
And they must never leave
For if they leave I cannot live on
Cannot feel, cannot dream