By Those moments when the past comes flooding in again…
I was searching for something… my old hatchet to show my son. I knew exactly what box it was in but I couldn’t find the box! In my searching though I stumbled across my hope chest… the one I had filled with apple dishes, towels I had stitched, a few baby outfits and many other hopes and dreams for the future I just knew I was destined to live…
I brought that chest back home… empty… just like my heart… filled only with forgotten hopes and broken dreams…
Opening the dusty, scratched lid was like walking straight into a storm…
But I love storms… so I let it rain…
1. I brushed off all the dust, ran my fingers across the lid before I opened it to see what was inside
It had been so full of hope, dishes, love and dreams, I closed my eyes...
Cho. All the dishes are gone, no hope to be found
Not a sign of love, just broken dreams all around
A beautiful white shawl lay on the bottom of the chest
All of everything is gone, I don’t know where you belong, but this emptiness is all that’s left...
2. Pushing past the memories I didn’t want to feel, I fought back angry tears once again
I had been so full of hope, laughter, love and dreams, now I’m lost to them...
3. I stitched apples on the towels, held each cup and plate, I made so many plans as young girls do
But hope gets washed away and dreams slowly die when love turns cruel.
Tomorrow's Horizon 