They're left with her
Some heavy, some light
But honest and true
They're black on white
They're time pieces left
That none could undo
While the memories could hide
All the pages could
The pages would say enough
They're part of her
They're given in trust
A world to reveal
From stones unturned
A mystery told
With ink from a quill
They told me how lovely it was
And they show me the beauty of us