The Box

On the top shelf in the closet,
In the workshop where he spent his extra time
Was a dust wooden box _that i had never noticed till that time
And we set on the table and carefully, we opened up the top
And stared into the memory_daddy kept inside the box

There was a letter from mamma, when she went out to reno
To help her sister out in 62
And a flower from hawaii, when they went on vacation
It was the first time that my daddy ever flew

And the pocket knife i gave__to him on fathers day
Years ago, i thought it had been lost
We all thought his heart was made from solid rock
But that was long before we found the box

I guess we always knew it_but "i love you" was hard for him to say
Some men show it easy and some just never seem to find the way
But that night i began__to see the softer side of some i had lost
I saw the love he kept inside the first time_we opened up the box

There was a picture that was taken,when he and mom were dating
Standing by his 1944,
And the faded leather bible, he got when he was baptised
I guess no one understood him like the lord

And the poem that he had written, about his wife and children
The tender words he spoke were quite a shock

We all thought his heart was made of solid rock
But that was long before we found the box
Yes that was long before we found the box