A picture of a smiling face,
It disappears without a trace,
Beneath the rot, beneath the rust,
Beneath the layers of settling dust.
A picture of a little girl,
Hides in this corner of the world,
Beneath the dirt, beneath the grime,
Before the crippling hand of time.
A picture of a memory,
Of what was not, of what could be,
Forgotten, lying all alone,
A work of art remains unknown.
A picture of the fleeting past,
Whose hidden beauty will not,
In a cruel and unforgiving world,
The picture of a smiling girl.