I found this photographUnderneath the broken picture glassTender face of black and whiteBeautiful, a haunting sightLooked into an angel's smileCaptivated all the whileFrom the hair and clothes she woreI'd place her in between the warsWas she willing when she satAnd posed the pretty photograph?Save her flowering and fairThe days to come, the days to shareA big smile for the cameraHow did she know?The moment could be lost foreverForever moreI found this photographStashed between the old joist wallsIn a place where time is lostLost behind, where all things fallBroken books and calendarsLetters script in careful handMusic too, a standard tune bySome forgotten big brass bandFrom the threshhold what's to seeOf our brave new century?The television's just a dreamThe radio, the silver screenA big smile for the cameraHow did she know?The moment could be lost foreverForever moreWas her childhood filled with rhymesStolen hooks, impassioned crimes?Was she innocent or blindTo the cruelty of her time?Was she fearful in her dayWas she hopeful, did she pray?Were there skeletons insideFamily secrets, sworn to hide?Did she feel the heat that stirsThe fall from grace of wayward girls?Was she tempted to pretendThe love and laughter, 'til the end?
