Memory Street

The day is cold, the snow is deep I sit alone and begin to weep Why do I feel I have to keep Your memory from falling fast asleep I feel as though the road is too steep And that I no longer can compete Outside the snowfall turns to sleet I feel my energy in this starting to deplete I feel like part of the army is yelling Retreat! I can no longer keep my feelings discrete I am trapped in a box filled with deceit Feeling like I can't contain the bittersweet Memories of our past – and as they rise I leave receipt With your friends and your family and upon the seat As I walk down the lonely, long Memory Street My heart is alone and I suddenly see wheat Waving in the wind, a sign that it is complete The harvest is come – what a treat.