Pictures
A song written by Kierran Broatch
Precious time slips away so fast,
Like grains of sand in an hour glass
Your pictures are all that I have,
To remember your face and the good times we had.
Twenty-five years full of photographs,
At Red Sox games and on Governor’s Ave.
I miss you my brother, you were my best friend,
I can’t wait till we’re together again.
My memories may fade away, but your pictures will always stay.
I may turn old and grey, but your pictures will always remain.
Come back home and stay for awhile,
Crack some jokes, just make us smile.
We’ll have some beers in the backyard,
We’ll smoke a bowl and shoot some darts.
I miss you my brother, you were my best friend,
I can’t wait till we’re together again.
My memories may fade away, but your pictures will always stay.
I may turn old and grey, but your pictures will always remain
My memories may fade away, but your pictures will always stay.
I may turn old and grey, but your pictures will always remain
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