Infinity Mix - Roots

Old photographs, dust in the hole
A distant voice, still here
I found an old photograph, Inside a drawer
I never opened
Different faces, different clothes, different dreams
Back then, we thought life would stay the same
It didn't
People moved away
Some disappeared
Some became strangers
But certain things remained
The way my family left
The smell of home after rain
Those evenings when nobody had much money
But somehow there was enough
Enough food, enough stories
Enough time to sit together