Your windows are cracked and so are the walls
There are no lights down your dark halls
I step inside, you give your all;
You are my every home.
With window seats and wooden floors
Memories and wooden doors
Creaks and ghosts that I adore
Inside my long lost home.
Not one thing of you is new
Not the paint and not the view
Not your old, old attitude
May I live inside of you?
Will you be my home?
The garden is dry,
The ceilings are high
People have lived and people have died
In your rooms, deep inside
I walk now where they reside,
In this ancient abandoned home..
You feel the spirit of the past
I reach out to feel it too
Energies flow but they don’t last
Invisible through and through,
Filling this empty home.
Don’t be afraid, lean in close
Touch the house, touch its ghost
The future may come and it may go
The past will always be our host.
In this grey and glorious home.