I'll be old,

all wrinkled hands

and thoughts of a forgotten lullaby.

 

My new case,

will lose it's smell

and it's look of pride.

 

I'll remember all your faces,

within a memory of gold.

And I will collect all the places,

like all the stars you sold.

 

I'll put you in a box,

store you in a drawer,

put you safe away.

Your lock cannot be broken,

your contents always safe,

but I'll never throw the key away.

 

I'll write you,

all words written

so you can read me.

 

I'll sing to you,

all songs sung,

once I'm you.

 

I'll put you in a box,

store you in a drawer,

put you safe away.

Your lock cannot be broken,

your contents always safe,

but I'll never throw the key away.

 

I'll remember all your faces,

within a memory of gold.

And I will collect all the places,

like all the stars you sold.