I gathered it up and I put it in a box
I walked to the hills in the gentle rain
And I laid it down in the heart of the rocks
Only the seeders know the place
now an axe marks the spot
This is what happened to that cross
The moss grew over and covered
And all my joy and my humanity,
And I think I'm losing my memory
And I think I'm losing my history
I'm walking through the trees
Maybe I'll find a cleft in the rocks
And something which looks like
it could have been a cross
Cause I need to know what I was feeling
Find the place, find the healing
And my heart is ready to say,
And I think I'm losing my memory
An d I think I'm losing my history
And I think that maybe this
Because what I'm losing is mostly,
But there's a million boxes
I saw you looking in the trees
We're all trying to find the people
And I think I'm losing my memory
An d I think I'm losing my his tory
Because what I'm losing is mostly
And I think I'm losing my memory
And I think that maybe this
Because what I'm losing is mostly,
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