Your pictures are in frames, memories on my wall,
To have you here again, I would give them all.
A picture cannot capture, the beauty of your skin,
Or the radiating glow I'd feel, whenever you would grin. They cannot talk or sing to me, the way you used to do, I'll never love another, the way that I love you.
So I look at you my soul mate, a picture in a frame, I cry my tears of sorrow, cause I feel God's to blame. He came and took the one, who made my life complete, and all that's left are pictures, and an empty seat. I also have a feeling down, deep within my heart; It's the pain of loneliness, since we've been apart.
I try not to let the grief, just overcome my day,
I'll blow a kiss to heaven and send it when I pray. I'll ask God to free me now, from a world so blue, to take me up to Paradise, so I can fly with you. I'm waiting for the day you come, calling out my name, until then I'll be staring at, your picture in a frame.
