Analysis of Untold.

Sometimes a story's never told
Time moves on the track runs cold
Years pass by as memories fade
But as we've slumbered  thoughts have stayed
In our minds these memories sleep
Locked in there chambers deepest keep
They've laid there quietly all those years
To stir the ground could bring fresh fears
Some thoughts like bones are buried deep
In that garden of your mind you keep
But an happening can stir those embers
Of a distant fire that still remembers
And that dog which sleeps within the soul
Awakens with a startled roll
But words don't come and as time goes by
That sleeping dog is left to lie.