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
