Frames

When thought of all demise
Brought by that grand decease

Black wishes from you
For a lame pure arise

Sorrow ruins your life
Doors are closed to burned hearts

Frames, I'd rather grab a gaze from an old face
These black and white pictures like sparks of a blaze

In memories of past I get lost in every frame
There's nothing left for colors, they all fade

When moon brighten our graves, destinty closed our page
We'll be a figure in this frame...