Photo's

Photo's 
Photo's sometimes paint a lie you see
It's the Photo that hides the pain for me.
The time will come and time will pass
While I'm looking back at the past.

Photo's fade, Photo's age
The memories still haunt me but I'll turn the page.
Photo's paint a picture for all to see
but It's the memories that holds the key.

The image left behind on that photo of you
Tells a story of pain or happiness of few
that was from the ones we love a mus.
Photo's paint a picture of all of us.