Photograph - R.E.M., Natalie Merchant

I found this photograph,

Underneath the broken picture glass

Tender face of black and white,

Beautiful, a haunting sight

Looked into an angel’s smile,

Captivated all the while

From the hair and clothes she wore,

I’d place her in between the wars

Was she willing when she sat

And posed the pretty photograph?

Save her flowering and fair,

The days to come, the days to share

A big smile for the camera,

How did she know?

The moment could be lost forever

Forever more

I found this photograph,

Stashed between the old joist walls,

In a place where time is lost,

Lost behind, where all things fall

Broken books and calendars,

Letters script in careful hand,

Music too, a standard tune by Some forgotten big brass band

From the threshhold what’s to see

Of our brave new century?

The television’s just a dream,

The radio, the silver screen

A big smile for the camera,

How did she know?

The moment could be lost forever

Forever more

Was her childhood filled with rhymes,

Stolen hooks, impassioned crimes?

Was she innocent or blind

To the cruelty of her time?

Was she fearful in her day,

Was she hopeful, did she pray?

Were there skeletons inside,

Family secrets, sworn to hide?

Did she feel the beat that stirs,

The fall from grace of wayward girls?

Was she tempted to pretend,

The love and laughter, 'til the end?