Fiery fingers of copper retreat With lovely colors. The shadows of night creeps through the sky, To bury the sun. Oh, lovely thing of beauty, Our sun is dead.

I took the memories and pain and put them in a box I thought they'd be safe in there because of all the locks So then I walked away from them and tried to live my life Just walked away from memories and into hate and strife My life was torn and ripped apart in oh so many ways And most of my relationships lasted only days The silent screams inside my mind were dragging me to hell One day was love.. the next was hate.. never could I tell When finally I found my love I found it hard to trust In the recess of my mind ... the locks began to rust Then tiny fragments from the past slid into my head One hour I'd want them for my love.. then I'd want them dead All the love that I was shown I'd turn to hate instead And all the time they fell apart... those boxes in my head It was always something different that changed me every day A look...A touch..A smell...A thought...I'd never know the way We'd be sitting down to dinner and they'd just smile at me And a rusted box would slip one out... A hated memory A smile I knew was full of love...would drag out childhood fears A night that promised so much love would sadly end in tears So if you have the thought you can keep things in a box Remember please what I have found.. You cannot trust the locks