Photos in a frame Memories of a life well lived Our parents looked like you and I Momma was bright eyed in white at nineteen. You take my hand and tell me we will be fine. I’m alive in my party dress tonight. One sip…

Deafening is your silence and I can’t bear it anymore For it’s your anger that I feel every passing hour Come spill it out spit fire unto my face Than treat me this cold from then to these days Deafening is your silence and I…