Photograph

They say everything we passed From the time it starts, The all we had light and dark They say the truth these are. Black and white is coloured Remembering when it flashed up, We all should have to believe They say the wright are. You collect them in albums To show the coming generation, Feelings are great or dead They say as they are. We may be disappeared from here Photograph will remember all, We die from pain or old They say it all.