Like the old house of my birth?
I know you will be back to me.
My smile awaits for you.
Through sunlit windows.
Creaks of joy on the stairs.
Cracks in the night.
The smell of bread in the oven.
The warmth of a winter fire.
The love that lives in its rafters.
I will wait for you
Like your old house
I know
You will be back to me.
I will wait forever my love.
Until then the rain will pour
From my windows like tears.