LIYNA - Legacy

Name on the gate, hands in the clay, legacies,
Legacies won't fade away.
There's a scar across the table from a summer of hard rain.
My mother saved every photo, bent at the edge of the frame.
I learned to keep what matters in a box under the bed: a key,
A ring, a warning, and the words the only one says.
Legacies say it will go on, legacies keep that fire on.
Name on the gate, hands in the clay, legacies,
Legacies won't fade away.