I figure, we\'re all but pictures
in a photo album
Life\'s own memorabilia
Still frames, of active times gone by
We are the roses adorning Popps
next to his \'86 Corolla
We are that afro\'d Dobie Gray portrait
gracing Uncle\'s living room
magnified by the warmth of his vocals
We are ever so, the chocolate smudged
grinning rascals, on yellow swings
Our laughters, still echo the vinyl static
of those days
We shed the same tears Auntie shed
when her newborn arrived
We are the sunshine of blessings
jubilation, happy times, tricycles
and the broken glass
in Joe Cocker\'s voice
We are the memoirs of strife
tape decks, combs in the hair, hopscotch
and songs our mothers used to love
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We\'d like to think we are black and white
truth is, we are much more colorful
and connected, as photos in an album
Like a bag of spilled beans
we are the collective remembrance
of all these people - and more
We are the symphony of it all!