Photographs - MEST

As he laid there, his life flashed in front of him

He wonders if he can take back some of his past

As he looks back on everything;

he’s got so much, he feels there’s

Something missing

I hear the silence but it sounds so strange

I never felt this type of pain

My photographs

I want them back

My photographs

I want them back

So he wanders through all his photographs

A tear falls down his face cause he wants it back

I hear the silence but it sounds so strange

I never felt this type of pain

My photographs

I want them back

My photographs

I want them back

Photographs, my photographs

The blackest night, we never needed more

We used to dream of all that we wished for

I hear the silence but it sounds so strange

I never felt this type of pain

My photographs

I want them back

My photographs

I want them back

My photographs

I want them back

My photographs

I want them back