The Men From Planet X - Keepsake

She keeps a picture in a frame
To heal her wounds to ease her pain
They're killing boys before their time
She says, he's gone too soon that boy of mine
Silly things we often do
To hold on tight to what we knew
For those who lose it's getting late
In empty hands you keep a keepsake
Take a chance with every breath
Find the the sense of every mess
The ticking clock by your bed
Counting hours and things you said
I keep a message you once wrote
Just a list, a shopping note
Locked away somewhere safe
Some words from you on a page
Silly things we often do
To hold on tight to what we knew
For those who lose it's getting late
In empty hands you keep a keepsake
When the ghost-pale dawns for you
Empty mornings empty afternoons
Get ready for the evening soon
Let your love be a keepsake too

Written by:
John Black

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