Memory is a flower you once wore in your hair
You were twice as lovely as we vowed that we always would care
Memory is a pillow where you once laid your head
Memory is a garden where our love ran and played
Memory is the first fight the one that tore us apart
Memory is the jealousy that drove the trust from my heart
Memory is a fireside that warms the heart and the soul
Deceit and shame distrust and blame have made the fire grow cold
Memory is a costume whose gift won't set me free
Memory is a future whose past won't let me be
Memory is a lost love forever gone astray
You will be my last memory on my dying day
