Photograph
Simon Pitchers
I stare at this photo of mine
I know that the photo don't lie
Who was I
Who will I, be
It's someone I no longer know
This bodies tired, and my face is old
Who was I
Who will I, be
Who was I
Who will I, be
Framed and in plain sight
High above on the photograph
A face, a distant life
Cries heard from the other side
Life, so fast, the years, flew past
Framed and in plain sight
High above on the photograph
A face, a distant life
Cries heard from the other side
Framed and in plain sight
High above on the photograph
A face, a distant life
Cries heard from the other side
I
Am I
This I
A lie
