Pictures left behind in flashing tides That holds the key to learn the truth you need Find a place inside between the lines Of what you need and capture beauty In the breath of night Cars and streetlamps collide Like a dream Like a stream Leaving the trails behind On the moonlight beach Lovers hand-in-hand reach Jeweled skies Spirits high With heart their tongues will speak Take all these treasure in Frame them up on the wall Can't you see? Every little thing has its own story to tell Cherish moments sweet Snapshots of what will be Words of past Thoughts that last Remember souls are to keep Memories fade through Lost in colors untrue Seasons change People change If only some stayed the same Always on my mind, the Muse in Rhyme That holds the key to learn the truth I need Find a place inside between the lines Of purity and capture beauty