She found a withered flower   Between the pages of a book   This book's her book of memories   Which off the shelf she took      Tonight without a reason   Except for feeling in the mood   For a little journey backward   To give her weary soul some food      Some memories prick her like thorns   Some really make her smile   But she can't stop holding that flower   That speaks of a life that once was hers      Out of reach, out of touch   But right now back in sight   She wishes she knew how to get back there      With her eyes closed she lets her   Memories take her on a ride   She relives all she has been through   And all she's put aside      It seems she had been walking   Down a long and rocky road   Sometimes she has been mourning   Her head she never bowed      Out of reach, out of touch   But right now back in sight   She wishes she'd know how to get back there      Out of reach, out of touch   But right now back in sight   She misses him badly, and still she cares...