[Verse 1] A box of old black and white photos sitting on the floor I look at faces I don't know, from those who came before People who are lost in time, their stories never told I think of who they may have been, in these pictures that I hold [Verse 2] An old man leaning on a blackened tree, with ashes all around His eyes downcast in deepest thought, staring at the ground A woman holding a newborn child, with tenderness in her eyes A young boy sitting on his own, while others pass him by [Pre-Chorus] I realise my hands that hold these photos in their frames The lines, the curves, the fingers... they all look the same [Chorus] An unbroken chain from the days of old Living in the hands that I now hold Their stories running through my veins My heritage in unknown names In these pictures of a past gone by What was passed to me will never die [Verse 3] I’ll never know the heavy tolls or pain they suffered through Or feel the depth of all the love they carried as they grew But I can hold their photos close, compare their lives to mine And listen to their whispers echoing back through time [Pre-Chorus] I realise my hands that hold these photos in their frames The lines, the curves, the fingers... they all look the same [Chorus] An unbroken chain from the days of old Living in the hands that I now hold Their stories running through my veins My heritage in unknown names In these pictures of a past gone by What was passed to me will never die [Outro] The box is closed, the whispers fade away But I’ll carry who they were into tomorrow's day An unbroken chain... a past left behind Flowing through my heart for all of time
