Everyday i stop and stare
So many memories came to mind when i stop and think,
that simple picture of him in a frame



Back in 2006, was tragic for me;
As of today, i can still feel his presence
Sometimes i just think he talks to me in my dreams and just through the picture in a frame




Some how, i just don't know
I live through the pain everyday
Constantly crying and complaining to my grandmother
Just because of that picture in a frame



Emptying and pouring out the pain that was caused by this situation
All of this comes from looking at that rusty old picture inside a frame