Looking Through the Photos

In the beginning when we were young and love was in the air… I looked through the photos, and I see that I was there… The pain that you lived through with each child you did bare, And I looked through the photos, I see that I was there… Your life is all your children and the love for them you share, And now I look through the photos, I see that I’m not there… My life was all about you my love and that’s all that I did care, And now I look through the photos, I see that I’m not there… I tell you that you’re beautiful, even the gray in your hair, And now I look through the photos, I see that I’m not there… The only time I see myself is with the ones you pair… And now I look through the photos, I see that I’m not there… And when I die don’t take my picture because I wont be here or care… And when you look through the photos, you’ll see that I’m not there…