Verse 1]
I spent three nights this week living,
Back in 1987,
immersed in joy and sorrow,
suppressed more than thirty years.
Verse2
Writing a novel based on fact,
With a facade of fiction,
reliving a fateful year,
that I can never forget.
Chorus
The heart remembers,
what the mind would forget,
wounds I thought had healed,
bled again--opened wide.
Verse 3
Three nights I spent towards the end,
typing away at my keyboard,
trying to outrun ghosts reborn,
all night, into mid-morn.
Verse 4
Then caught two or three hours of sleep,
and rushed back to weaving again,
a renewed, vibrant tapestry,
from life’s frayed and broken threads.
Verse 5
What was broken, was yet mended,
forged in the fires of remembrance,
tempered by unexpected tears,
that had not flowed for many years.
Verse 6
Ghosts buried and thought forgotten,
rose young, healthy, full of life,
not to taunt or haunt or pain me,
--to once more live in my heart.
.
Chorus
The heart remembers,
what the mind would forget,
wounds I thought had healed,
bled again--opened wide
Bridge
The past became my present,
my present left for dead,
I lived again not in shadow,
or in dreams inside my head.
Verse 7
Closed doors that I had pried open,
now shut, and locked themselves closed,
and the verdant paths not taken,
left bittersweet pain and remorse.
Chorus
The heart remembers,
what the mind would forget,
wounds I thought had healed,
bled again--opened wide
Outro
But oh, the bittersweet joy,
that for a time filled my heart,
is worth the pain I now feel,
in memories all too real.
Link to the song (just published) -- free: https://suno.com/s/ncD9lpth9T4fQDDn