She found a withered flower

Between the pages of a book

This book's her book of memories

Which off the shelf she took



Tonight without a reason

Except for feeling in the mood

For a little journey backward

To give her weary soul some food



Some memories prick her like thorns

Some really make her smile

But she can't stop holding that flower

That speaks of a life that once was hers



Out of reach, out of touch

But right now back in sight

She wishes she knew how to get back there



With her eyes closed she lets her

Memories take her on a ride

She relives all she has been through

And all she's put aside



It seems she had been walking

Down a long and rocky road

Sometimes she has been mourning

Her head she never bowed



Out of reach, out of touch

But right now back in sight

She wishes she'd know how to get back there



Out of reach, out of touch

But right now back in sight

She misses him badly, and still she cares...