Looking at the family pictures,
Baby pictures of us 4, pictures of you and mummy, happy,
And I wonder what happened, why did it have to change.
We were all so young, and so free.
We were happy that way.
Looking at the family pictures,
The holidays we went on, the people we met.
And I think to myself, will we be able to see them again.
Go back to were you taught me to swim, when we are laughed without a care in the world.
We were happy that way.
Looking at the family pictures,
Pictures of us laughing, pictures of us smiling.
I saw happiness not just on our faces but also on our hearts.
I wish it could be like just for one last time...
We were happy that way.
Looking at the family pictures,
Pictures of the old house, pictures of the new house.
I saw how times have changed, how different it was.
Now, I wish it were like that now, we wouldn't have to worry about a lot of things.
We were happy that way.
Looking at the family pictures,
I only see memories.
Memories we can re-trace in our mind, but never can we re-trace it on our heart.
It has been scared, slowly broken
Looking back at the times when were happy.
Now looking back seems the only wise thing to do.
At the moment I look around and I see the smiles, but I wonder If they are actually real,
Wonder whether they are smiles full of joy and happiness, or smiles of worry, smiles scared to do anything incase anything happens.
I just wish that are smiles could be as full of happiness and laughter, joy and hope as they are in the family pictures.
