The Heart Remembers What the Mind Would Forget

[Verse 1] I spent three nights this week living, Back in 1987, immersed in both joy and sorrow, suppressed more than thirty years. [Verse2] Writing a novel based on fact, With a facade of fiction, reliving a fateful year, that I can never forget. [Chorus] The heart remembers, what the mind would forget, wounds I thought had healed, bled again--opened wide. [Verse 3] Three nights I spent towards the end, typing away at my keyboard, trying to outrun ghosts reborn, all night, into mid-morn. [Verse 4] Caught two or three hours of sleep, then rushed back to weaving, a renewed, vibrant tapestry, from life’s frayed and broken threads. [Verse 5] What was broken, was yet mended, forged in the fires of remembrance, tempered by unexpected tears, that had not flowed for many years. [Verse 6] Ghosts buried and thought forgotten, rose young, healthy, full of life, not to taunt or haunt or pain me, --to once more live in my heart. . [Chorus] The heart remembers, what the mind would forget, wounds I thought had healed, bled again--opened wide [Bridge] The past became my present, My present left for dead, I lived again not in shadow, Or in dreams inside my head. [Verse 7] Closed doors that I had pried open, Now shut, and locked themselves closed, And the verdant paths not taken, Left bittersweet pain and remorse. [Chorus] The heart remembers, what the mind would forget, wounds I thought had healed, bled again--opened wide [Outro - soft, breathy, almost whispered] But oh, the bittersweet joy, that for a time filled my heart, is worth the pain I now feel, in memories all too real.