Black and White Photographs

I remember the day when I first found
This old and crumpled box
My grandad promised me,
"One day this will be yours.
But for now, I'm going to close the locks."
Years they came and went and with time forgot it all
Until the day they read his will

Dust rises as the tears fall
On these black and white photographs

I flick through pictures, of faces I don't know
And wonder who and what they did
A family portrait, my grandad with a boy
I see my dad, a grinning kid
One day yet to come a child of mine might have a son
Who will ask about the things I've done

Dust rises as the tears fall
On these black and white photographs

A young man standing, dressed in uniform
A woman posing by his side
He's in his twenties, going off to war
I stop to wonder if he died
But then I realise I recognise the soldier boy
My grandad staring back at me

Dust rises as the tears fall
On these black and white photographs