The Danger of Memories
A lock of hair in a ziplock bag
Rouses memories of times I've had
Looking through old shoe boxes
How is it that innocent things go bad?
A lock of hair in a ziplock bag
Soft strands of hair that can cut like a knife
I wasn't prepared, I was caught unaware
By the love that has stolen a piece of my life.
A lock of hair in a ziplock bag
Shorn from the head of my brother, my friend
How unassuming and yet devastating
Forgive me for unendingly mourning the end.
A lock of hair in a ziplock bag
Holding it close and praying for solace
My past has followed me, stocking me quietly
I thought I had found closure from this
How fragile, how fleeting
My healing heart beating
If all can be shattered by some small chance meeting
With a lock of hair in a ziplock bag.
Rouses memories of times I've had
Looking through old shoe boxes
How is it that innocent things go bad?
A lock of hair in a ziplock bag
Soft strands of hair that can cut like a knife
I wasn't prepared, I was caught unaware
By the love that has stolen a piece of my life.
A lock of hair in a ziplock bag
Shorn from the head of my brother, my friend
How unassuming and yet devastating
Forgive me for unendingly mourning the end.
A lock of hair in a ziplock bag
Holding it close and praying for solace
My past has followed me, stocking me quietly
I thought I had found closure from this
How fragile, how fleeting
My healing heart beating
If all can be shattered by some small chance meeting
With a lock of hair in a ziplock bag.