In the dust of time, memories fade,
A picture lost, in shadows it's laid.
Faces worn, by the hands of age,
In the corners of my mind, they engage.
Forgotten old photograph, lost in the past,
A moment captured, but never meant to last.
Faded colors, whispers of the past,
In the sepia tones, our stories amassed.
In the dust of time, memories fade,
A picture lost, in shadows it's laid.
Faces worn, by the hands of age,
In the corners of my mind, they engage.
Forgotten old photograph, lost in the past,
A moment captured, but never meant to last.
Faded colors, whispers of the past,
In the sepia tones, our stories amassed.
Through the cracks of time, they still remain,
Echoes of laughter, amidst the pain.
In the frames of yesteryears, they're bound,
A silent memoir, where memories are found.
Forgotten old photograph, lost in the past,
A moment captured, but never meant to last.
Faded colors, whispers of the past,
In the sepia tones, our stories amassed.
In the dust of time, memories fade,
A picture lost, in shadows it's laid.
Faces worn, by the hands of age,
In the corners of my mind, they engage.
Forgotten old photograph, lost in the past,
A moment captured, but never meant to last.
Faded colors, whispers of the past,
In the sepia tones, our stories amassed.
In the dust of time, memories fade,
A picture lost, in shadows it's laid.
Faces worn, by the hands of age,
In the corners of my mind, they engage.
Forgotten old photograph, lost in the past,
A moment captured, but never meant to last.
Faded colors, whispers of the past,
In the sepia tones, our stories amassed.
Through the cracks of time, they still remain,
Echoes of laughter, amidst the pain.
In the frames of yesteryears, they're bound,
A silent memoir, where memories are found.
Forgotten old photograph, lost in the past,
A moment captured, but never meant to last.
Faded colors, whispers of the past,
In the sepia tones, our stories amassed.