A place filled with pictures
Once a sanctuary of hope and tears
Now its walls are old and cracked
That's the place we once called home.

It used to be big and filled with joy
Now nothing's left but rubble
Such place can no longer be rebuilt
Shattered glass is all over the place.

This building used to stand on five strong pillars.
Now, only one is left to keep it standing on soft ground.
Its wooden walls are rotting and infested with termites...
Its beautiful chandelier is getting dimmer each day.

Now, only I return to visit this place...
In search of the remaining pictures,
Hoping to once build similar structure.
A place I can finally call my home.