"Memory"
The Little Boy Is Lost
Lost In Something He Can't Understand
I Look At Him And I Pray For His Little Heart
All Hard And Knotted Up In A Little Ball
I Cry For Him And Promise To See Him Through
I Think About The Ones I Have Loved
I Think About The Ones Who Have Loved Me
In My Life There Have Been The Ones Who Stayed
My Life Goes On And On But I Am Lost In The Past
The Ones I Love Dance Into and Out Of View
Always Coming Never Going Into My Heart
Noone Has Come Into My Heart In A Long Long Time
Yet I See Them In My Heart And I Feel Happy
All Lost In Time It's Good To Be Alive
I Wake Up And I Walk Along The Shoreline of The Sea
I Miss The Ones Who Loved Me
I Loved Them Hopelessly and Joyfully
Now They Are Fallen Away From My Life
My Heart Clutches In This They Call The Present
It Is Haunted By The Ghosts Of A Haunted Heart
The Faraway Essence Of Me Is Lost In The Past
My Little Boy Suckles And Nods In His Happy Bed
These May Yet Be Among The Happiest Years Of His Life
We Are Making Memories Without Realizing It
Traditions Layers Themselves Like Surf On The Beach
My Grandparents Make Me Cry So Hard
Because I Loved Them More Than I Ever Knew
When I GRew Up And Moved Away I Never Left Them
I Live On In The Past In My HEart
Sometime It seems like I am fighting this Old War Forever
As Though The Future Were Some Dime Dream Unfathomable
Memory Is The Dearest Thing I Know