That should be nice.

That should be nice.

My head grows heavier

With the passing of days

So many memories

To carry to my grave

Not enough wisdom

To lighten the load

Or find me a shortcut

Along this hard road

But if I forget

What will I become

The pictures I carry

Are faded and worn

My jacket and knapsack

Are threadbare and torn

But I need them to hold

All that reminds me

Of you

Bring me through safely

Find me the way

Let me keep walking

Into a new day

I am all that we started

Afraid to forget

Holding the future

So close to my chest

Leave a light in the window

A fire in the grate

Wait in the shadows

No matter how late

I may forget

Moments phrases or dates

But I will keep searching

Cross land, sea and shore

I may never find rainbows

But I will find your door.