If walls could speak they would sing you a song
Of the memories that once lived in this quiet room.
It had been two months in passing, two months too long
A tide of memories like a sea voyage gone wrong.

A ship headed out on a mission to please
Those who dared step off of land for a change.
But ships do sink even when the storm is at ease --
When a lost longing for salvation is no longer strange.

So pack up the memories and store them away
Forgetting those who chose willingly to leave
And love those more deeply who did choose to stay
When the waters were rough and give thanks for today.

Because the still sun rose and these four walls still sing
Surely now without them, you are destined for great things.