Im here but things are dead
Used to be life now quiet desperation is not words spoken
I feel it in the gasping air
Why
Everything used to be alive
an animated sunset with everyone clambering about
Now
quiet desperation as my soul looks upon
Me as I look upon you
Everything is quiet
Quiet desperation that surrounds this
As this used to be my house but now a tear drop
Down my cheek and it washes away any memory of freedom
My memories of this my house now standing still in the shadows
Why
My house
Why is this my house now
My life now
Quiet and silent
Why
how I miss my old house