Memories

 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