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In this Dark and lonely room
Hanging on the wall
A souvenir of yesteryear
Faded by the sun
A photograph in black and white
A family once full of life
The generation has moved on
The old ones are all gone
The aroma that fills the room
Is Nana baking bread
And somewhere in my head
Iâm bringing back the dead
Yesterday today and tomorrow
The life that we have we only borrow
Everyday I wake I will say
Iâm going to make it a better day
In a field not far away
The withered flowers in the clay
An epitaph on a grave
Story of the brave
Now we are living history
Remember itâs not mystery
I'll do my best and
Keep it in my memory
Through the fields that I roam
Through the hills I call my own
I feel their ghosts
Shadows of the past
We have our pride in the ones that have died
To the oceans we will sail they lead us now