There is a day that will come
when days will turn to weeks,
weeks will turn months,
and months into years.

Sooner or later our memories
will be gone with the wind
and all thats left of us
is our old fragile frame.

These pictures I hold here,
represent my life before today.
Whether they be good or bad,
I still have the faint memory.

So now as I put these pictures
back in my old worn out shoe box,
I remember those good old days...
when life used to be simple.