Heirlooms
(Amy Grant)
Up in the attic
Down on my knees
Lifetimes of boxes
Timeless to me.
Letter and photographs
Yellowed with years
Some bringing laughter
Some bringing tears.
Time never changes
The memories, the faces
Of loved ones, who bring to me
All that I come from
And all that I live for
And all that I'm going to be.
My precious family
Is more than an heirloom to me.
3 comments:
Sweeeeeeeeettttttt, my little chick!
Smoochies,
Connie
Those lyrics are great! Thank you!
:0) Sharon
Interesting. Each line is so short, yet conveys so much....
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