I have a little keepsake box that holds pictures and locks of curly hair
It holds some precious notes and things someone wished to share
It tells of my memories and things of what has been
Secrets that I hold in my heart of way back when.
I can’t share the box with you, the things are mine to keep
If I should pass this earth one night while I am fast asleep
Take the little box and place it next to me
So that I can have it with me for my God to see.
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