Holding memories of you and me, I try to hide them all away so nobody else can see, so maybe one day I can be free and unshackled.
I hold them close, I'll never lose them, I keep them safe because thats all i have left.
And for hope that I will one day add more to them, I will keep pushing through despair, through times when no one is there...
In the end it might not happen, and memories would be all that I hold,
but I will be pround to have went so far as to throw everything away for what ended up to be memories more beautiful than gold.