My Photograph Forever
© 1982 by Joe Strell
I feel lost
But I always have
Still, now there seems a difference to me
Somebody stole my photograph, forever
My photograph, forever
I feel all dusty inside
As though I'm growing cold
I'm now without a minute to live by
Dreams pass as softly as the wind
Where should I look for my direction?
Where shall I turn to weave new dreams?
Refrain
Leave me alone
Your words do not help me
I have no place with the living
Dead, then, am I
To remain with my visions
Hoping for eventual resurrection
Hoping for eventual resurrection
Refrain
