The Lady And The Past

The woman, she stood before the past and said

I’ll change you, my friend, if you just let me in

But the past stood defiant behind the locked door

And said: Just find the key, and the past will be yours

The woman, she slumped down onto the ground

And searched all around her; no key could be found

She looked through the keyhole and saw an old friend

A picture frame, broken, and unhappy ends

As old memories faded the new would come forth

The woman jumped back as they scratched at the door

She felt her heart beat as they pounded her chest

She feared that this longing would not let her rest

The past backed away as he saw her in pain

And then stood up tall, his composure regained

His silhouette that of a dignified man

He unlocked the door and then offered his hand

Tell me, young lady, that you’ve thought this through

The door is unlocked, now it’s up to you

But the woman was crying, tears rolled down her face

She sat there in pieces all scattered of place

The man sat beside her to keep her from harm

She held his hand tight and fell into his arms

He held her in silence and just let her weep

And mourn for the sorrow he’d not let her keep

And there she stayed for as long as she dared

Holding onto the past, for she couldn’t bear

To leave him behind and memories, betray

She asked him - could she live alone in this way?

He looked at her straight, with pride in his eyes

To question your dwelling is where the hope lies

I’m here to remind you of how you went wrong

To seek out your future, to guide you along

The path that is yours now is leading you on

There’s no turning back, from hence I’ll be gone

And with that he stood, as she backed away

He told her he loved her but never could stay

And then the door opened as he stepped inside

The woman stood still as she watched the past die

And then in her pocket she felt the key to the door

And she felt more broken than ever before

She reached for the handle and looked one last time

At the past, but the pictures were just in her mind

The door was now closed, and as the key turned

She’d almost forgotten for what she had yearned

She’d almost forgotten for what she had yearned