Memories
A faded photograph in an old wood frame
A small placard bearing my name
Just trinkets on a shelf or desk somewhere
They themselves aren’t the memory
But nonetheless it rattles around inside
Oh memories are often strange things
Hidden away in places and names
The more time you spend
The more they hide away
And grab your heart when they show their face
I’ve got a big ol shed out in the yard
Built with my own hands, board by board
And I could tell you every nail I felt
But I can say that’s not best thing I’ve ever built
Cause I’ve got two kids who now are men
I hope the best of me is built right into them
Oh memories are often funny things
How they shape your fears
your hopes your dreams
The more time you spend
The more it slips away
So make the most of moments you have here
A cup of wine and a loaf of bread
A heavy cross, thorns on his head
Reminders of the price he paid
For us to really live
Oh memories are funny things
Reminders of how things should be
Don’t forget to take them in
Let them live well beyond
The moments they were born
Oh memories are funny things
Let them shape your hopes and dreams
