My Magical Locket

Holding the memories foretold,
Ones of silver, ones of gold,
Ones of rust, oh I must,
Hold these memories foretold.

Which one holds,
They are old,
Oh, these memories foretold.

The birds singing lullabies,
Leaving faintly as the memory dies,
Some light, some bold,
Oh, these memories foretold.

The chain rings clash,
As you loosen the lash.
You catch the clutch,
As you loosen your luck,
For those sweet, sweet memories you hold.

The memories pass faintly by,
As you realise this was a lie.
You still hold the memories foretold,
Chained together by a piece of gold.