Old Photographs

I’ve lost all the things I knew
I wonder if they’re hidden or just gone
All that I felt all these years, all this time
Are dug so deep in the big dark woods
Old photographs in the middle of a lake
Should I swim to get them back
And keep them in my head?
And what do I believe in?
If roots have stubbed my heart for good
Maybe if I fall asleep in the land of forgiveness
The whole winter till the warm comes back
Old photographs in the middle of a lake
Should I swim to get them back
And keep them in my head?
All my beloved heartbeats in the middle of a lake
Should I swim to feel them back
And keep them in my chest?