[male Verse 1] As I sat in a bar full of smoke and of glass, Old mugs, and the chatter where endless talks pass, My eyes locked on a wall, filled with trinkets of old, Pre-war papers, mugs, ads, and paintings of rural homes told. [female Chorus] As my mind drifted farther, away from the crowd, One detail on the wall pulled my thoughts from the cloud, In the corner, in shadows, behind glass in a frame, A black-and-white photo, and a fleeting day’s flame. [male Verse 2] Sipping my beer, I heard stories so plain, Of sickness, dull lives, and the everyday pain, But the mystery, the photo in black and in white, Wouldn’t let me focus, maybe I didn’t quite. [female Chorus] As my mind drifted farther, away from the crowd, One detail on the wall pulled my thoughts from the cloud, In the corner, in shadows, behind glass in a frame, A black-and-white photo, and a fleeting day’s flame. [male Verse 3] If only I could return for just a moment’s view, A little girl with roses, in her eyes a light so true, At her feet, a black cat, so loyal and so still, Staring into my eyes, from a time frozen, yet real. [female Chorus] As my mind drifted farther, away from the crowd, One detail on the wall pulled my thoughts from the cloud, In the corner, in shadows, behind glass in a frame, A black-and-white photo, and a fleeting day’s flame. © 2024 Michał 'rzookol' Żukowski
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