The Missing Frame Verse 1 I climbed a hill where silence grows, A silver moon above the pines. I chased a picture made of light, To steal one perfect piece of time. The forest breathed in gentle waves, Each shadow softly knew my name. I thought I'd bring the night back home... But nothing ever stays the same. Chorus Some moments never reach the lens, They only live beneath our skin. The heart remembers what the world Won't let the camera keep within. A photograph can hold the light, But not the mercy heaven gave. I framed a wolf beneath the moon... My soul still keeps the ones it saved. Verse 2 A mother deer beside her fawn, Like silver painted on the earth. I held my breath, I raised my hand, Believing beauty knew my worth. Then darkness fell without a sound, A hunter waiting from the hill. The moon was gone... a cloud arrived, As if the sky had found a will. Bridge Maybe every missing frame Is where the deepest stories hide. Not every miracle was meant To hang upon a wall with pride. Some belong to beating hearts, To whispered nights no eyes can own. The greatest pictures life creates Are sometimes never truly shown. Final Chorus Some moments never reach the lens, Yet they become our truest art. The wall displays a lonely wolf... The rescued deer lives in my heart. The moon moved on, the night grew old, The forest vanished with the dawn. But every time I close my eyes... That missing frame still carries on.
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