If I were a picture frame
I'd hold the prettiest dame
In my simple wooden arms
So that all could see her charms.
We would grow older as one
And one day I'd hold her son;
His smile would outshine the stars,
That sweet little child of ours.
I would keep safe his sweethearts
As one by one they depart;
Until we met his soulmate -
With a kiss she'd seal our fate.
We would share this happy home,
My oak would outlast the chrome;
Until the fire breaks our trust
And we all return to dust.