A Chain Linked You to Me

It opened doors of childhood,
A day of memory and love.

In my warm hands the metal shocked my soft skin,
Tears ran down my crimson cheeks,
The shattered past was all I had.
Cold as ice, no warmth in my soul.

Opening windows of a dusty frame,
A picture lingered there of my Godfather and I.
Sounds radiate this moment, echoing his rough voice.

The thought of heartache comes and goes,
Comes and goes.
Reminding me the dusty photo was old as vintage.
A wave of dancing happiness rushed of me.

Cherished moments and hidden secrets locked away for me to discover.
Hanging around my collar with a heavy heart.

The chain linked you to me