The Pictures hanging on the wall
Tell the story of it all
The Life that was once flashing by
Now is rising into the sky

Our memories Fade away
Into the Vast empty space
Filed away in the crevices of our minds
Hidden so we can never find our way
In a photographic memory

Within each chapter of our book called life
We have memories that we couldnt find time to capture
Your Photographs pierced by knifes
When slowly your life becomes a rapture

You are constantly consumed by euphoria and lost in your own High
And when that day came when it was time for you to die
You just then realized that you couldnt take the photographs when you had the chance
Now your family weeps in sorrow as they lay you to rest

The picture sends a message clear as day
When you are young dont waste your life away
I spent every waking moment hating god
Then I realized there is no act more wrong

I ask you to do me a favor now
Please Help me by getting this message out
I dont want people to be condemned
To the same Hell that I am trapped in

I know that If its gods will I shall Burn
I will take these photographs and rethink what I have learned
The memories I will have left behind
I just hope my children will find

Take these simple photographs from my hand
Please make sure they get to every Caring man
Take the damn shovel and fill my grave
I know its to late now I can never be saved

The pictures tell the story of one mans desperation
For every single memory He was seeking restitution
For all his sins and trespasses never before forgiven
But in the end he was taken up to heaven
And all I have is a box of photographs
They teach us a valuable lesson that we must treasure the past
All I have are memories carved in stone
Its Not to late to photograph the last breath or moan
I wish our time together could forever last
All I have to remember you is a box of Photographs