FADED PHOTOGRAPHS

He was 15 when he left that home

with his first love and a bag of clothes

from an orphanage on the south side of Chicago

They were, young and scared and full of faith

on that bitter cold November day

Searchin' for a new place to call their own

They didn't have no money, no credit cards

They just had each other and love in their hearts.

You can see the desperation, the holes in his jeans

And you can see the scared in her eyes

of life's uncertainties.

You can feel the sweat, the blood, the tears

And the reasons to turn back

But you can't see all the things that they had

In those faded photographs

 

He was 18 when he had to leave, headed

to Join the good fight overseas with a

pregnant wife and a daughter on the way.

She was tryin' hard to make it alone wonderin'

 If her love was gonna make it home He wrote her,

said, Baby, I promise we'll be okay

They didn't have no money, no credit cards

But they still had each other and love in their hearts

 

You can see the desperation, the holes in army greens

You can see the scared in her eyes With a baby on her knees

You can feel the sweat, the blood, the tears and the reasons to turn back

But you can't see all the things that they had

In those faded photographs

He finally fought his way back home

to his wife and his little girl

No matter how hard life became,

they made up his whole world

You can see the desperation, the holes in his old jeans

You can see the scared in her eyes Of life's uncertainty

But they lived the sweat, the blood, the tears

And they never did turn back

Cause they knew all the things that they had In those faded photographs

Faded Photographs.

I was 19 when I found that frame

On the mantel over the fireplace

at my grandma's on the south side of Chicago....