empty house
I'm coming home to a pile of bricks
painted walls.
i'm coming home to empty rooms
echoing halls.
The walls will talk.
The halls will murmur.
But I will not be listening.
I'm coming home but I won't stay for long.
it's my turn.
I'm coming home to a pile of bricks
painted walls.
i'm coming home to empty rooms
echoing halls.
The walls will talk.
The halls will murmur.
But I will not be listening.
I'm coming home but I won't stay for long.