The House I Once Called Home
The House I Once Called Home1 min 15 1 min 15
Moldy walls and rusted parts,
Crayon marks and broken glass,
There were days when they were warm,
Filled with laughter through them all.
Now vines grow along the walls,
My mother's garden has fallen apart,
But I only see the rusted swings,
And the broken fountain that once had springs.
My father's handwork is in shambles now,
My safe house seems to be gone somehow,
Wanna turn back the wheel of time,
To sit in there for one last time.
No one lives here anymore,
The neighbors I don’t seem to know,
A haunted house is what its called today,
My memories of here don’t seem farther than yesterday.