Hidden Treasure - Miranda Lee Richards

Walk through the hills

The ones so golden, the ones beholdin'

The fondest memories of yesteryear

And I will follow you

You know I won’t fear, I’m growing up my dear

And starting to hear my own direction

Finally, there’s something I can hold onto that isn’t broken

It’s in my hand, the smallest grain of sand

Becomes a Hidden Treasure

So write me a letter

One I’ll save forever inside these broken drawers

The ones that I find that make me smile

And don’t file me away

With things forgotten, things old and rotten

'Cause I was the one you could really talk to

Here in the now

Finally, there’s something I can hold onto that isn’t broken

It’s in my hand, the smallest grain of sand

Becomes a Hidden Treasure

Why are we severe

To the one’s we hold dear and closest to our hearts?

Always biting the hands that feed us

When here in the now

Finally, there’s something you can hold onto that isn’t broken

In your hand, the smallest grain of sand

Becomes a Hidden Treasure