A String of Forget Me Nots

I can only walk with you to the bend in the trail I'll tell you my stories ,some dark and some pale you'll laugh and you'll cry and you'll wonder out loud you'll cringe at the cowards and smile at the proud I'm wrapping your past in a fine veil of green strings of wild flowers around what I've seen your mother once told me of nine silver fish and how they forgave you and granted your wish a wish that you wanted to never forget the love that she felt and is still feeling yet here take all these fireflys to wrap 'round your wrists she caught them last summer alight in the mist we won't forget Grandfather daughter in hand braving the cold in a new savage land chopping and slashing a path for us all building a cabin to welcome the Fall Now in the fire light I bid you goodbye feeling it all as we laugh and we cry Time to rewrap everything that I've said now take it away to the world in your head save it for someone fresh with your eyes spin the whole web with the truths and the lies I'll live in memories back down the trail the road to the past where true love never fails. a string of forget me nots all pressed and dried each with a story ,go tell them with pride.