| Memories and silence fills each room
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| Overwhelming heavy as the tidal waves consume
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| Buried underneath the dust & gloom
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| Relics are reminders of my family of two
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| Pictures of a happy bride and groom
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| Ferry rides around the harbor on our honeymoon
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| Wedding gifts of pots and pans
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| Sleeping while were holding hands
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| It’s grace he lays upon us as we spoon
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| How could I ever be so blind that I could not see
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| How could I ever stray from what has meant so much to me
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| How could I ever gain her trust without the guarantees
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| Of who I am or where I’ll be
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| So now we live in fear of the unknown
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| Insecure and skepticle her trust in me is blown
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| Despite the past we face we both have grown
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| Through the pain to find the strength together or alone
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| How could I ever be so blind that I could not see
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| How could I ever stray from what has meant so much to me
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| How could I ever gain her trust without the guarantees
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| Of who I am or where I’ll be
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| How could I ever be so blind that I could not see
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| How could I ever stray from what has meant so much to me
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| How could I ever gain her trust without the guarantees
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| Of who I am or where I’ll be |