There are some pictures on the wall
I never knew those people at all
Now their all gone
Dead and buried
No more burdens shall they carry
How did they die?
I wonder if anyone cried.
I don't know, nor do I really care
I just hope they had on clean underwear.
Where ever you move their eyes still stare
Eyes old and wise a look so rare
Showing me a time that has past
Maybe because life don’t last
Pretty soon tear for my life may fall
Then I might be that stranger up on a wall
