This old photograph
The colours have faded
But hasn't faded your smile
You wouldn't know
If angels descended
To whisk you off to the skies
You're over there
In a far away land
Where many dragons nest
Hoarding their gold
Locked in a chest
But the better days are ahead
When the rain is pouring
And the day is grey
I look at your photo
That is worn and frayed
And I wanna scream
Go completely unshackled
Let it all out
Make the windows rattle
Will this worry subside?
Will it grow even stronger?
I've no idea if we've got much longer
Will it ever get better?
Or the gates are gonna get shut?
Nothing is sacred for these types
Pillage and rape, side by side
With dizzying levels of national pride
And here I am with this old photograph
When the rain is pouring
And the day is grey
Holding your photo
That is worn and frayed
I wanna
Scream
At the top of my lungs
Let it all out
Let the anger pass
A time will come when you and I will smile and hug
But for now all I've got is your photograph