Fading Christmas cards fall
In pieces from the attic door
Just like snow falling on a lonely night.
Sad and disturbing how time
Smears familiar faces into smudged,
Blurred memories across ragged-edged paper.
Old photos of her locked away,
Almost forever hidden.
Blow the dust off of the past.
She won't leave scars deep in your arms for long.
The memories leave her mark a secret in time.
It's safe to move on and run free from faith.
It was taken.
You can run now.