Stories

There... Waiting on the stairs
 Watching as the plates
 Took away our only home
 In and out the door
 Through the restaurant
 Forbidden land we'd sneak across
 Better not get caught
 Hope... Hope was all we had
 That soon she'd take a break
 And come and dry my sister's tears
 Nothing for us here
 Nothing we could touch
 We only wanted love
 But I wouldn't take it back
 I'll leave it in the past
 And even if it brings a tear to my eye
 I'll never take it back
 I've come to understand it all
 Memories make up stories to be told
 I hope mine live before I get old
 Late... Waiting for the end
 Another angry day
 Too many scared to speak a word
 For fear it might be heard
 And turned into another bomb shell
 Going off in the hell-tel
 But I wouldn't take it back
 It's made me who I am
 And even if it brings a tear to my eye
 I'll never take it back
 I've come to understand it all
 Memories make up stories to be told
 I hope mine live before I get old