The stair's old wood is bending with my feet
The air is thick and smells like dried wheat
The attic door has stayed shut all along
I step inside where all the yesterdays belong
A bundle of dried petals by the door
The ribbon lying near it, nothing more
And folded pages lie there, tight and blue
I touch their edges, feeling all I knew
The attic holds a box I cannot lift
It carries all the years, a heavy gift
This heaviness is all I've come to know
It presses on my ribs like winter snow
The attic holds a box I cannot lift
It carries all the years, a heavy gift
I'm learning how to breathe around what stays
The weight of all we loved still shapes my days
A bundle of dried petals by the door
The ribbon lying near it, nothing more
And folded pages lie there, tight and blue
I touch their edges, feeling all I knew
The attic holds a box I cannot lift
It carries all the years, a heavy gift
This heaviness is all I've come to know
It presses on my ribs like winter snow
The attic holds a box I cannot lift
It carries all the years, a heavy gift
I'm learning how to breathe around what stays
The weight of all we loved still shapes my days
