Heaven’s Memory Trace

(ahhhh, ohhh) Do we keep the shape

of the hills we knew?

Do we hold the cold

of the morning dew?

Is the laughter saved

from the kitchen floor?

Do we still remember

what we loved before?

When the silver cord is finally spun

Do we remember the warmth of the sun?

Or does the slate wash clean as snow

Leaving behind the lives below?

(leaving it all below)

Every scar we wore,

every path we crossed

Are they found again,

or forever lost?

Will I know your face

in the blinding white

Or does the memory fade

like a candle light?

When the silver cord is finally spun

Do we remember the warmth of the sun?

Or does the slate wash clean as snow

Leaving behind the lives below?

(do we still know?)

If the soul forgets the weight of the clay

Did we ever really walk that way?

If the love we made is a forgotten spark

Who is it

that walks beyond the dark?

I believe we carry

every thread...

Every word we ever said...

(we remember,

we

remember)