Heirlooms, heirlooms drawing me
back into memories
I stored my heart in them, tucked away
in that bedside drawer
And like the rest; I've fallen asleep on
their comforting dreams
Growing up, as they've grown up to have more
value through these hidden years- a beautiful investment

So, know that I'll never forget that first love we
once shared, trapped in my consciousness
I've come to learn, I've learned to share the lessons,
and the lessons have been taught out of love
Safely stored in the drawers of consciousness,
a well made beautiful investment, I'll always recall
for tomorrows heirlooms