In the pocket
Of my soul
I keep memories
Of you in their beauty,
Wanting to keep
Every one of them
In that sacred place,
Hidden away
But often I reminisce
And take them out,
To hold them
And kiss their blessing
In the pocket
Of my soul
I keep memories
Of you in their beauty,
Wanting to keep
Every one of them
In that sacred place,
Hidden away
But often I reminisce
And take them out,
To hold them
And kiss their blessing
