In life you play the hand that you are dealt
doesn't matter where you have been or how you felt

People come and go all the time
and we may never know the reason
Sometimes they stay long enough for a sad goodbye
other times just for a change in season

All the memories I don't want to fade away
are all wrote down and in a box they stay
This red box of mine stays very close by
as a reminder of all the what ifs, the has beens, or whys

These memories weigh heavy on my each and every part
but especially on this red box....the box I call my heart!