On the top shelf in the closet, In the workshop where he spent his extra time Was a dust wooden box that I had never noticed till that time And we set on the table and carefully, we opened up the top And stared into the memory Daddy kept inside the box There was a letter from mamma, when she went out to Reno To help her sister out in 62 And a flower from Hawaii, when they went on vacation It was the first time that my Daddy ever flew And the pocket knife I gave to him on Fathers day Years ago, I thought it had been lost We all thought his heart was made from solid rock But that was long before we found the box I guess we always knew it but "I love you" was hard for him to say Some men show it easy and some just never seem to find the way But that night I began to see the softer side of some I had lost I saw the love he kept inside the first time we opened up the box There was a picture that was taken, when he and Mom were dating Standing by his 1944, and the faded leather Bible, he got when he was baptised I guess no one understood him like the Lord And the poem that he had written, about his wife and children The tender words he spoke were quite a shock We all thought his heart was made of solid rock But that was long before we found the box Yes that was long before we found the box