• A picture on the wall fading instantly to gray;
    memories and happiness quickly fade away.
    At some point a heart just breaks and there's no way to go back.
    The road once traveled has faded now; faded fast to black.
    Across a snow-white clearing stands a tall and distant figure--
    a man of once cherished memories now a faded picture.
    A heart once warm with love and hope, now a whispered song;
    once a strong, faithful ballad, sadly now is gone.
    So hold a candle's flaming wick to the picture on the wall
    and all those memories once held close, to fire they will fall.