Present

Inside a hand-held navy box
Our secrets, our past, our stories
Lay hidden.
One was a Golden heart which held her silver face
The other, a messed up heart of 15 stones
They were the size of a dollar,
But for what it's worth,
The delicate chain which holds them together
Makes them beat stronger than any gold.
From a thousand hearts of a thousand stars
Falling to the sound of rain
Some will leave and some will change
But you will always stay