I looked inside my old beaten chest
While wishing I might find a miracle there
My thoughts rang as deep as the waters can rise
The measured memories were not disguised

I looked for the treasure, the silver and gold
The crown and the pleasures as yet untold
Drifting and dreaming inside that old box
My fingers they clasped at the dusty remains

I could see it so clear as it started to rain
I pulled out a thought and set it to pen
I wrote it all down to save it for when
The time is right to read it again