Heirloom

You take the hope I lost, wrap it all up brand new

When you get lost in thoughts, it always becomes a game of you

Sweet years are almost done, yours now have just begun

The tree it tries to reach, but the apple's rolling uphill

Tears drop down like a mountain beast, you least expect them to

Some memories start to go, your's start and let me know

Sweet years are almost done, yours now have just begun

In ten years the smoke it clears, there's an able-bodied mirror

A shadow take its form from fear, now you shape it into whatever