Shackled Memories

These memories of us inside my heart,
Do I set them free or let them tear apart?
We have laughed and cried from the start.
Through it all you still have a hold of my heart.
Can I shackle the happiness I hold?
Capture it in a bottle, a cocoon about to unfold?
"Set them free," they say "for they only hold you down."
But I can't have innocence back, it's only a frustrating noun.
Where is my happy ending, my elegant wedding gown?

Chorus:
Let me shackle these memories
With my word and pen.
Hold them to me, long awaited remedies
To the pain from within.
A pain of so many closed chapters
Of books I thought had no captors.

They say, "Let them go, burn them now."
But didn't say when, where, or how.
Memory loss is something I can't allow.
It feels empty and hollow somehow.
I used to accept that feeling with such ease.
Walk around without much to appease
This hunger that burns within such a place
What do you call such a space?
It brings a frown or smile upon my face.

Chorus
I want to shackle them and not let them go.

Chains, so many yet not enough.
Glimming and shining, the materials not tough.
I'll make more and more, each one less rough.
Until I call my own heart's bluff.
A heart. Yes, that's the place so empty.
I must fill it with these memories so happy.
They themselves are becoming numb.
Over and over pounding like a war drum.
What I hate I have become.

Chorus:
Let me free this pleasurable feeling,
Please, once and for all.
Forgive me but time isn't healing,
This terrible, immovable wall.
I must break down, hammer and nail,
What helped cause my mortal hell.