The Secret Wooden Box

Today I crammed away a part of my soul
As the tears once more time begin to unfold
Of yesterday's memories, stolen from
Surrounds me like a fascinating storm
Images of a life that could not be
Forced me once again, to set them free
With bits and pieces my soul
For nothing is left to hold on to
I try to stand tall and just get through
Starring at cluster of memories
We all went through
Or the places where we use to escape
The slighted mention of same
Sends chills through me still the same
Precious treasures of our time together
Now hidden away and stored forever
I remember how you we whispered in the class
Memories of sorrow, laughter and love
Conscience of whispers gone in the night
Histories ill will fate sometime
Rating the days of splendor as things not to forget
Rating days of monotony as times i soon will lament
As i ask the questions of life's mysteries down on my aching knees
Life goes on as tomorrow creeps it's way into present
I know that in due time deity will make for me a way
Regret, confusion, misery has no place inside of my space
I choose to live for the now and to keep a smile everlasting on my face.
Once again I had to pack away
In a secret wooden box, my spirit today