A pressed flower in a box 
Memories stored away
I opened up the lock
All I see is that day
Memories stored away
I opened up the lock
All I see is that day
 Everything was great 
 We were two of a kind 
 Meeting you was fate 
 Our love was hard to find
 Moments shared together 
 Our love was such a pleasure 
 Life couldn’t be any better 
 These thoughts I did treasure
 You gave me a ring that night 
 I accepted and we shared a kiss 
 Everything felt so right 
 This would be happy bliss
 Police came said you had died 
 In a horrible car crash 
 I cried and I cried 
 Wiping my tears from my eyelash
 No more happy times 
 Tears and lots of sadness 
 My life no longer sublime 
 All I see is blackness
*Written for a friend

