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...