I guess someone fixed this door
It used to creak a lot more
The interior is wearing a coat of dust
The metal ceiling fans are starting to rust
Times decaying powers are working full force
They throw me way off course
No longer submerged deep in the past
Reality hits me hard and fast
This was, at one point, my living room
Memories,like weeds, start to bloom
Dad(If he was home) was always drinking
My little sister never had an inkling
Mom was always working
But the bills were always lurking
Soon there was a lot less food
And it didn't help the mood
When dad just went off like a bomb
And just went after mom
I remember vividly the day
That child services took us away
Dad wasn't home and Mom was in tears
And in her eyes I saw her worst fears
I stand in that room till i can't anymore
Then for one final time I head for the door